For Mother’s Day, my Mother-In-Law volunteered to grill out for the special day.
I, of course asked if I could make anything to bring. She mentioned a dessert of some sort. Perfect! There is brownie mix in the pantry. I even stopped at the store and picked up some frosting.
So bright and early yesterday morning, I journeyed to grab the special baking pan that says “From the kitchen of CJ”, the brownie mix and frosting.
I had all three items stacked in my arms ready to bake away, when I realized something was very wrong.
It wasn’t brownie mix at all.
It was Rice-a-Roni.
That was not the San Franciscan treat I was looking for.