I wouldn't if I were you!

Today was a desperate for chocolate kind of day. We all have those days, right?

With a gluten/dairy free diet, my options get a bit limited. Then--I remembered one of my friends sending me a "black bean brownie" recipe.

Hmmm..... I scanned the recipe, and sure enough, I had all the required ingredients.

So into the food processor went about 1 lb. of black beans, sucanat, vanilla, cocoa, oil, and eggs. The food processor pureed it all nicely, and it appeared delish as I prepared the brownie mixture to put in the oven:

{I sprinkled some cocoa on top for extra "flavor"-ha}

Baked those guys for 30 minutes, and wahlah! Here we have the delightful black bean brownies.

{Can you tell I was excited about these brownies?}

Unfortunately, if you think they actually look scrumptious, they weren't.

Needless to say, the extra pinches of cocoa on top didn't salvage those poor guys.

I would compare the experience of eating black bean brownies to eating a sponge. Insert {gag}. I tried to put some powdered sugar on them to doctor them up, but, alas, they just weren't all that tasty. :( So sad. I was looking forward to many fixins' of black bean brownies.

The recipe called for instant coffee and chocolate chips as optional, but I omitted them because I am avoiding coffee too, and of course, the chocolate chips have dairy in them so they are no-go.

It was worth a try anyway. I may try it again sometime and try to put more cocoa in or something. I'll see. :D

I *still* need my chocolate fix for the day! Brainstorm time.

What he doesn't tell me...

Mr. Fly made a round trip to North Carolina yesterday.

I try not to think about Mr. Fly + airplanes when he is flying. Keeps me more sane {a little}. Of course, he is well aware of my paranoia {{of a plane crash}}, and is cautious with how many details he tells me about his flights.

More details=more wild imagination for me.

I'm weird like that.

So yeah, last night, Mr. Fly was flying on the leg back home, and he sends me a brief text simply stating, "strong headwinds, I will be landing around midnight". ...And I didn't second guess him {Note to self: always ask for elaboration when you receive texts that say, "I'll be home at midnight"---3 hours later than originally planned}. I figured it wasn't too serious since he didn't text me, "I love you" or something that would insinuate life/death situation... ha. The only thing I asked him when I text back was, "Do you have enough fuel?" That seemed like the most important thing to a rookie-wannabe-backseat-naive pilot like me. He said, "yes"--I am assuming if he could have inserted an emotional tone for this text, he would have chosen "annoyance". {I just thought he might want a reminder to check the fuel) ;)

Anyway. He finally arrives home at 1 a.m. to a happy wife happily sewing my newest craft project and happy to see my husband. He comes upstairs, and looking very tired he says, "Oh yeah, the other reason the flight took so long is because I kept having to re-route my flight due to multiple thunderstorms along the flight path." Hmmm, that is interesting. I sure didn't remember him mentioning thunderstorms in the earlier text.

Thunderstorms rip airplanes apart.

Enough said.


Mr. Fly coming out of the sky a couple of months ago: