Leap of Faith Brownies, obviously.

Given to me on the 15th February 1984 by my then highschool friend Karen, this recipe is worlds away from any type of baking I had done back then and remains so today.
The recipe baffles me completely. It does not make any sense. Yet it works.
You see, I am used to recipes where you mix all sorts of ingredients, more or less carefully, to obtain a batter than can then be poured into a baking tin and then cooked. The mixture can be fairly liquid or stiff but in general it is still a manageable smooth batter.
Not that thing!
First you have to mix
1 cup of flour (sifted)
½ cup of sugar (was ¾ but I cut down on that)
¾ cup chopped pecan nuts (I use hazelnuts, easier to find here)
½ cup of milk
¼ cup of cocoa
2 tbs soft butter
2 tsp baking powder
1 tsp vanilla
¼ tsp salt
And then you get this:

This is some unruly mess, let me tell you! It is always a struggle to get the whisks out and I have to forcefully spoon the mixture into a buttered oven proof dish (11”7”2” read my instructions).
With such as a result:

But wait! There is more!
You have to mix
1 ¾ cup of hot water
½ cup of brown sugar (again, was ¾)
2 tbs cocoa.
And then drown the previous mixture in that:

Does this look like a cake in the making to you? To me this is more redolent of trying to make petrol in mud puddles as a kid...
You should then bake it (350 F for 35-40 minutes) and wait, expecting it to become a cake sort of thing.
To me this is totally a leap of faith.
I remember baking this for the first time and wondering what was wrong with the recipe (all of it said the gut feeling). However, it turned out fine!
More than fine, a wonderful surprise too.

For the top of the cake becomes brownie like, while the bottom becomes a rich chocolate sauce (see the glistening dark bit on the picture above? That's it!)
Perfect to eat warm with a scoop of ice cream and whipped cream.
And a surprising thing is that, when I last prepared the dish, I was baking and writing (never a good idea but at NaNo time as it was back then, 40 minutes of free time are too precious to waste).
The timer went off (at least I had not forgotten that) and I went to inspect the cake and take the above picture.
Then I figured I would turn the oven off and let the cake cool inside, so as to protect it from the cats. Right?
Except that I forgot to turn the oven off and I wrote for a good 25 minutes – if not more – before noticing that the fan of my oven was still going on.
Miracle: the cake had not burnt. The cream however has nearly all disappeared.
However, I figured my guest would not know about this last bit and eat the brownies all the same.
Which they did. Compliments to the chef and all.
So many thanks to Karen whose amazing – amazing? More like mind boggling – recipe so unwittingly saved my arse after all these years.