Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Looking back to some of my original posts -- and the memories that far precede blogging, I really think I've come a long way.
For example, just last night an old memory came flooding back. I was dining at Fat Head's -- a Pittsburgh fave -- with M and his brothers. Don't ask me why, but the topic of olive oil came up. The general consensus was it makes just about everything taste better.
Or does it? That's when I remembered a time when EVOO failed me. Or rather, I probably failed my EVOO.
In college, I was making brownies from a box one night. Nothing fancy. Mix ingredients together, pour into a baking dish, put in the oven and I was home free.
When the timer went off, the smell of fresh baked chocolate wafted through our old college house. Yum! I called the roommates to the kitchen for a treat.
But when I pulled the brownies from the oven, they were still really gooey.
"Maybe they aren't done yet?" my roommate suggested.
I was about to put them back in when she noticed the olive oil sitting out on the counter.
"Um.... What kind of oil did you use?" she asked.
"I used this," I said, grabbing the EVOO. "And I swear, I measured everything perfectly. I was even eye level with the bottom of the meniscus!" I automatically started justifying. I was so used to my mom and sister always questioning my cooking antics.
You'd have to know my roommate. She's the sweetest girl and I know she didn't want to hurt my feelings. She tried to get me to throw them away, but I insisted we try them first. She refused.
Smart girl. She knew they'd be totally disgusting. I wasn't so convinced. So I cut off a corner and took a great big bite. Holy gross!
In the end, I learned EVOO ≠ canola oil. What a sad, sad waste of olive oil.
P.S. M loves the edges, so we're now the proud owners of the Baker's Edge brownie pan. And so far, I have yet to screw those up!