I’m still in my bar phase. I wish I was in a Barre phase and going to Barre classes twice a day, everyday. My ass would have its own Instagram account.
I believe the fine folks at Betty Crocker dubbed these “backpacker bars” because a) they give you “energy” on a camping journey through the wilderness and b) they make a great backpack snack for the kiddies. We can debate the accuracy of these assumptions, including if peanuts, chocolate, sugar and flour really make for lasting “energy” or a good “snack,” but one thing that is not up for debate on this blog: oatmeal + chocolate + peanuts = delicious. Continue reading
I enjoy Slutty Brownies. I enjoy pondering the origin of them. And I think I may have stubbled upon the “missing link,” if you will, of the modern slutty brownie.
I imagine the origin of these was a church potluck with two nuns, Sister Mary and Sister Grace, unable to decide what to bring. Sister Grace wanted to make brownies, Sister Mary wanted to make rice krispie treats. They both quabled about it, as nuns will do, and started going on their own way, baking their own thing. Continue reading