I'm listening to my special CD Nicole made me right now, and Martina is reading Paper Towns/Città di Carta (upon my recommendation). We are waiting for our dinner to finish cooking (It's 10:30 PM, and everyone else has eaten and is going to bed. They ate some weird meat thing, so Martina and I were told to fend for ourselves. We decided to make some potato dish that has been cooking for the past two hours. Yeah, we so didn't realize it would take that long. And to think that I originally suggested Bruschetta...). Anyway, we finally made brownies the other day, which we've already eaten (Everyone loves them, and I don't think they're half bad, although I've had much better). Martina kept looking at me like I was crazy when we were making them: first, she thought that brownies were like cookies and you role them into individual balls; then, she was convinced that they should go on a
round, flat pan, and could not comprehend how they could work in a lasagna dish; after that, it was the cooking time. It was kind of hilarious and a tad annoying. I kept saying "I've made these before, I know what I'm doing!" In Italian, of course.