So I’m settled in at graduate school, getting into the swing of classes and work….and work…and more work.
Remember that pie shop I reviewed? I work there now! My official job title is “pietender,” which is pretty awesome.
So I’m balancing school work and pie work and class and that socializing thing that I do….so I apologize for the delay in getting this out.
The other part of the delay was due to the fact that I had no kitchen access. My dorm has kitchens, but you need to jump through all kinds of hoops to get special permission to have a key. And FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY I got a couple of days ago. Here’s what I have to work with:
I unlocked the door of the kitchen, eager with anticipation….aaaaand this was what was greeting me. People made this kitchen their home before I did, because the fridge and EVERY SINGLE cabinet is full. Not even a place to put half a dozen eggs in the fridge. No drawer space for a spatula. No shelf for my mixing bowls. So I had/have no storage space. I will work on this, but for now I have little/nothing to work with- except one of the guys said I could use all of his pots/pans! So I can work on some awesome dorm room stir fry or something- yay!
Not to mention the lighting is awful, so please forgive the yellow lighting. When I want to not do any homework I’ll play with my camera in there and figure out a way to counter balance it.
I had to bake within hours of getting the key, obviously. Of course I chose the dessert with the name that would lead to the most hilarious conversations laced with the best innuendo:
“Wow! I can’t wait to eat that slut.” – Floormate #1
“I love sluts!”- Floormate #2
Just….insert some “slut” related joke, and I promise you one of my friends said it.
Now, in a perfect world I would never resort to using a mix. But I was in a hurry, and with little to no ingredient storage space, I worked with what I could get. So, after a trip to the local Harris Teeter’s, I was ready for business.
Slutty Brownies are something that have been floating around the blogosphere for a while now- the sinful combination of cookie dough, Oreo cookies, and brownie mix is too much for most self-respecting chocoholics to resist. My friend Hannah and I talked for months about making these when I was still in Rochester, but one thing or another always got in our way, but not this time!
One day I will make these from scratch, and I can only imagine that they will be a thousand times better than the stuff that came from the box (which was also amazing).
OKAY- THE RECIPE:
- 1 box brownie mix
- (whatever the brownie mix entails, in my case, oil, water, and 2 eggs)
- 1 package of frozen cookie dough (I used the press and place kind)
- 1 package of Oreos
- Prepare the brownie mix according to the box’s instructions.
- Press the cookie dough into an even layer on the bottom of an 8×8 baking tin.
- Layer the oreo cookies on top of the cookie dough.
- Pour the prepared brownie mix on top of the oreo layer.
- Bake for the time on the brownie box.
- LET SET FOR AT LEAST 30 MINUTES.
- -Then- enjoy.
So you mix the stuff:
Press out your cookie dough:
Layer the Oreos evenly on top:
Pour the brownie mix over the top, and bake. Bake for a long-ass time. I baked mine for almost an hour, and everybody wanted to eat them right away so they had NO time to set. I was really looking forward to cutting into them and seeing that perfect cookie/oreo/brownie layering happening, but when I put the pan in a room with a bunch of hungry graduate students, they started disappearing as gloopy globby chocolate masses.
Granted, they were masses OF DELICIOUS, but they didn’t have the uh, aesthetic that I was going for.
As you can see, the brownie mix just kind of went everywhere. But after about half an hour they looked a lot better. But then my one of my floormates ate the last one before I could take a picture. So the above is the best documentation of my impromptu slutty brownies. A chocolate globule where you can vaguely kinda sorta see the oreo cream a little bit at the bottom.
BUT THEY WERE SO DELICIOUS.
OH MY GOD.
I carried the tray out into a friend’s bedroom, and the room went crazy. They descended on the pan, slutty brownie in one hand, beer in the other, and just like that they were all gone. So sad.
Sorry, not sorry.
Try these out and let me know what you think! Did you make them from scratch? Use a mix? How’d they turn out? More important, how many people tried to wrestle you to the ground so they could have some?