Mom's Swedish Brownies
No, they aren't from Sweden, and no, neither are we. I have no idea why they are called this, but they are like crack if you make them correctly.
Stuff we think are in them:
- 2 cups of flour (we think): She never really measured it precisely, so guess or buy one of those things that tell you how much something is.
- 2 cups of sugar: Again, no idea if this is accurate, but hey, let's go with it. What's the worst that can happen? Let's not think about that.
- 2 sticks of butter: My mom didn't distinguish between butter and margarine, so we think you need the fake butter made from oil, not churned cow juice.
- 2 unhatched chicken fetuses.
- 1 Tbsp of Vanilla: I use way more. I don't drink, so this is the only alcohol I consume, so go wild. If they taste like crap, tone it down next time.
- 1/4 teaspoon of Baking powder: So here is the thing—my mom had the same container of baking powder for our entire lives, so you can probably leave this out or use less.
- 1 Kilo of Powder Sugar: This is will insure you look like you were living in the right era when you eat them.
Now do this:
- Put every thing except the Kilo of Powder Sugar onto a big ass bowl and think about your childhood trauma and beat the crap out of it until you can't tell it apart
- Take 9 x 13 glass dish and lubricate it like its your first time
- Dump the bowl of stuff into the fully lubed dish
- Take your kilo and make it rain like its cocaine in the 80's
- Shove the dish in the oven at a hot temperature. We have no fucking idea—she didn't say or we didn't listen.
You need to being wearing black so you can look like you just escaped a drug bust after you eat them.