Mug Brownie Abortion

After tracking our calories today, I realized both KJ and I were under our allowable intake. Knowing how much he likes his cake-like carbs, I mentioned the idea of making single serving dessert. Many of them called for ingredients I didn't have immediately on hand, so I opted for one with the fewest ingredients I could find on SparkRecipes and the winner was the Single-Serving Mug Brownie.

Eat. Me.

I made two, since the recipe said it was 225 calories with sugar included, and I planned to use Stevia in its place. Let me save you the depressing outcome from that mistake and tell you "Just don't do it." I wish I had the foresight to have taken a photo of the resulting brownie before I tried eating it, but I did not. I do have a photo of the part that went in the garbage, though.

If I die of a bowel obstruction, this was the cause.

My husband is a wonderfully supportive man, and as I was choking this lump of brown sludge down but not yet complaining about it, I asked him how his was (since his had the advantage of a scoop of ice cream), and he said "It's not as sweet as I would expect something chocolatey to be, but it's not bad."

Not bad?! It tasted like the devil's asshole, and was probably 4x as chewy.

A moment after I said, "Nope, not worth the calories!", and laid down my Mug of Sadness, he said, "Yeah... I'm glad I had ice cream." 

Next time, we're taking his suggestion and going to Tim Horton's for a Timbit.