I’ve been an official DC resident for over a month. I have my own apartment. New responsibilities at work. A steady income (!!!). Friends. A DC library card. A life?
It’s all just strange. This is the first time I’ve lived on my own. Actually on my own. I love having my own place. I get to decorate how I want. I don’t have to worry about other people leaving their dishes in the sink for days on end. Everything is always right where I left it.
BUT. I don’t have my parents around to pick me up if I miss the last train home. No roommates to vent to after a truly heinous day at the office. No one to wake up in the middle of the night when the bathroom ceiling starts gushing water (unless you count emergency maintenance, but they’ll just tell you to calm the fuck down because there’s no way they’re coming all the way from Maryland unless someone’s life is on the line).
At first I missed everything. And I still miss a lot of things. My family. My best friends are strewn across the country, and it sucks that I can’t share every aspect of my life with them. I’ll say it–it’s kind of lonely.
Intimidating, this whole growing up thing. I have to put myself out there. Get out of my comfort zone. And I have. I mean, I’ve tried, at the very least. It has paid off, for the most part. Meeting new people, learning new things. But I’m making a lot of mistakes. Yes, this is part of growing up. Becoming who I am, finding out who my true friends are, blah blah blah. It’s hard though, you know? I don’t know when the fuck I’ll have things figured out. I’m trying to learn to be okay with that. It’ll happen eventually. Or it won’t. Whatever.
I meant for this to be my triumphant return to “regular” (LOLZ) blogging. But DEAR GOD, it’s become borderline depressing. I’ll be more fun soon, I promise. It has been A DAY. Wine helps. Always.
I suck at making friends. I mean, how do people even do that? When you’re out of school things just get real awkward real fast. This is problematic, because last Friday I had plans to grab drinks with a friend who was bringing another friend I’d never met. And my mind went all OMG NEW PERSON AHHH WHAT DO I DO?! I don’t get out much? I figured I’d do the only logical thing: buy their love with my excellent baking skillz. Who doesn’t love brownies?
I ripped this recipe out of an issue of Cooking Light a few weeks ago. The mag was listing their best chocolate recipes, and these phenom-looking brownies ranked number one. YES these will help me make a new friend, THANKS COOKING LIGHT!
I followed the recipe pretty much exactly, except I used less walnuts because I ran out. Walnuts are the least awesome part of brownies anyway. I also added a few extra pinches of salt. If we’re going to be friends, it’s imperative that you like salty things. So this was just helpful. A TASTE of things to come (so punny! HI, I’M CARRIE BRADSHAW. Wouldn’t it be great to be able to run in heels like she can? I can’t do that. I can barely even walk in heels anymore, which makes me sad all day. But we’ll just talk about that later I guess…).
I also added a packet of instant coffee. I’ve heard coffee brings out the intensity of chocolate, so I figured it couldn’t hurt.
Just had to show you that price comparison. Frugality at its finest.
The recipe calls for a bake time of 19 minutes. Um, no. I kept them in the oven for 40 minutes and they probably could have gone for at least another five. So there’s that. Also…20 servings? HAHA. I had a hearty laugh at that one, as I got a whopping nine brownies out of the pan. 20 seems borderline ridiculous unless you’re going for some kind of miniature theme. Like a tiny foods party? That would work. Also, that sounds like a party I would enjoy.
The brownies were excellent, and decidedly un-’light’ tasting. Although I guess my double portion size kind of negates that, huh? Whatever. The point is: YUM. And the bribery totally worked. New friend and new go-to brownie recipe. Success.