I bloody love bourbon. It was my drink of choice for YEARS until I could get my palate to agree with wine a little more easily. Now I love wine a lot, but whenever I go back to bourbon I find my happy place.
I bloody love chocolate, too. And I love slices. These three things triangulate to make this delicious alchemy, chocolate bourbon brownies.
My face when I haven’t had bourbon (sadly this has been the case in recent times):
And my face when bourbon is present:
Somewhat manic, I admit, but clearly happier. (apologies for the hunched-back selfie there but things got tricky propping up the iPad and so on….).
This is an old Guardian recipe, I believe originally with pecans. I used no pecans, for no pecans are to be had in my house. Anyway, I fancied the unsullied flavours of booze and cocoa.
200g dark chocolate (I used 70% nice stuff)
125g plain flour
125g light brown sugar
100g caster sugar
1 tablespoon of cocoa
2 teaspoons or so of good vanilla extract
I’d say you could substitute the booze for milk if you fancied just a nice, rich brownie. If you wanted to add nuts of your choosing, use bout 120g or so, chopped.
Melt the butter and chocolate together in a saucepan, over a low heat.
Line a 20cm by 20cm pan whilst the stuff is melting. Keep an eye on the saucepan though – don’t let it boil or get too hot or split or anything. It’ll all be ruined if you’re not careful.
Beat the eggs and both sugars together for a couple of minutes. The sugars will begin to dissolve and the whole thing will get pleasingly fluffy.
Then add the melted chocolate and butter mix, hopefully cooled a little. Beat together.
Add your bourbon of choice. I like the classic JD. Also add the vanilla and beat well. It’ll stink of booze. You may like this, you may not.
I like it.
You’re supposed to twice-sift the cocoa and flour, then add. I don’t bother – I just beat it very well with the electric beater. Seems to work fine.
Pour into your tin, then into a preheated 170C or so oven (is that Gas Mark 3 or 4?…). Should take 25-30 mins. I like to take it out when there are still moist-ish mix crumbs on the skewer. Nothing worse than a dry brownie.
Go sit by the dog, on the sofa, whilst it bakes. Your boyfriend is upstairs having a bath. He’s mad for baths. I don’t get it. Baths are gross.
Anyway, watch the dog as she sleeps, like a perve.
Take the brownies out when done, let cool a bit before turning out of the tin, slice and devour.
Get massively fat and die happy.