It’s peanut butter jelly time! Peanut butter jelly time! Peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly! Peanut butter jelly with a baseball bat!
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.
Maybe if I bought spiffy $50 Nike Studio Wraps, I’d go to more Barre classes at CRE8FIT. Continue reading
What happens when you combine blondies and a granola bar? Backpacker bars! You thought I was going to say blondola bars didn’t you?
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 history. I enjoy learning about the origins of things. There’s always good stories to be found in history.
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
Adventures of a Hungry Redhead 