Happy New Year my friends!!
When I was a young pup, I worked at a bookstore in the mall. What I probably should have said, was that I bought all the books in a bookstore in the mall…but that’s a story for another time.
Anywhooo…at lunch time a bunch of us would go to the bakery and choose our personal favorite sinful thing and eat it all the way back to work. It was a perfectly lovely way to behave.
Well, the awesome little goodie that I always chose was the Blonde Brownie. Oooooh…I get shivers just thinking about it. So. Dang. GOOD.
Well, I’ve spent the better part of 30 years trying to find that exact recipe. I’ve tried millions—no, really, I have the scale to prove it–but never quite found the real thing.
These are the real thing guys. Just trust me and make them.
They seriously lasted about 45 minutes at our house.
And there’s only….
two of us.
Yes, I’m mortified.
1 cup butter (melted)
1-1/4 cup packed brown sugar
1/2 cup sugar
2 large eggs + 1 yolk
2 tsp. vanilla extract
2-1/4 cups all purpose flour
2 tsps cornstarch
1/2 tsp baking powder
1 tsp salt
2/3 cup chocolate chips
1 cup walnuts (optional)
Preheat oven to 350F and grease 9×13 pan.
Combine melted butter and sugars in a large bowl and stir well.
Add eggs, yolk and vanilla extract and stir until completely combined. Set aside.
In a separate bowl, whisk together flour, cornstarch, baking powder, and salt.
Gradually stir dry ingredients into wet ingredients until completely combined.
Fold in chocolate chips.
Spread batter into prepared pan.
Bake at 350F for 25-30 minutes until done. Cool.
Have you seen those funny videos where people put a cucumber behind their cat and when they turn around they FREAK out and run away?
Well, that’s not MY cat.
If I have a cucumber on my counter–minding it’s own business–he just KNOWS somehow, and jumps up and grabs it and runs off with it. Next time we see it, it’s half eaten and chewed up all over the floor.
Believe it or not, we’ve hit upon a compromise, of sorts.
I peel and cut up the cucumber and quarter it, while Hobbes paces and howls like I’m skinning a 9 pound mackerel– just for him. I slice out the middle seeds, because nobody wants them anyway.
Except Mr. Hobbes.
No sense in throwing the seeds away cause he’ll just dig them out of the trash anyway. So, have them, little kitty–and good riddance.
My cat thinks he’s a rabbit.
I had just barely sat down on the couch to eat my dinner of soup and toast and crackers– a balancing act on a good day. But I have the skills of a ninja.
Then, my phone rang. It was REEEEALLY loud. So, loud that I jumped just the teeniest bit. It was enough of a jump that my plate with my soup bowl started to slide on one side of my lap while my phone slipped off the other side. With cat-like reflexes I swung my hands out to save the plate and the phone at the same time.
I was not successful.
I did, however, manage to drop the phone and flip my bowl of soup up off my lap and right into my purse. Yep. The whole bowl. What I learned from this experience is that there are a few places on this earth where soup just does not belong.
Make a note of that.
If you need me, I’m having cereal…
at the kitchen table.