I have a confession to make. It pains me to say this, but it’s time to come clean: I am a (recovering) snob. Continue reading
I can’t quite call this one a disaster, but this recipe certainly didn’t turn out as I expected–which is why I felt I should post it with an asterisk and an explanation.
When I think of blondies, I think of the vanilla version of a brownie . . . something reasonably dense, maybe a little fudgey, somewhat like a cookie in texture. What I do NOT think of is something akin to coffee cake. Which is what this turned into. I have my suspicions about what may have happened, but I won’t know for sure until I get a chance to bake these up again, and since they really are tasty–regardless of what you call them–I figured I shouldn’t wait any longer to post them. And when I say tasty, I do mean tasty . . . as in, sneak down in the middle of the night to eat the last one before your husband does tasty. Be warned.