Okay, so do you remember my most recent post. Yeah, the one with NO pictures. Yep, that's the one. You know how I mentioned a batch of brownies in the, eh, 3 paragraph.
Okay, so I'm ready to reveal the horror story behind these brownies. If you do not have a stomach of titanium, do not read this.
(In spooky voice) It was a bright and sunny morning. And I decided to make brownies with my Aunt Xin. So we were going along and just by chance the recipe right next to it was GRASSHOPPER BARS. (I have to intervene for a second and remind you how everyone except for me and the adults had an obsession over grasshoppers during that week. They also knew that they could be eaten.) So Aunt Xin and I went to work making the brownies. We had decided to make green frosting, the color of grasshoppers. We had a great time, when, a piece of genius. (Gasp) So we went and painted some marshmallows with these letters R,I,and a P. We drew the outline of a grasshopper with green sprinkles on it. I made little red x, eyes and a white frown and a white tear.
Now the true horror, we went and hid the grasshoppers, which, I can tell you, did not win us any love from our victims. Actually it won us some frowns. We would not tell where they were, except that they would get them after dinner. Then they started putting two and two together. Dinner was wolfed down while they talked about how they worried that we had killed them and they would have to eat them.
Dessert came and there was a countdown. 10, 9, 8, 7 ,6, 5 , 4, 3, 2, and it stopped right there. This was followed by fear and Peter slamming a door and crying. It was quite funny because it took a little while to make them eat it. But there was a reason, not to eat them.
And so ends my tale of horror. Now if you think you are brave enough to, here is a picture of the dreadful brownies...
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