sometimes I get these cravings. To hear a certain song, to lay in the grass. Usually they are about food, but I'm trying to make it sound like they are normal, healthy urges.
Well, tonight I needed sweet. And not candy or fruit, but baked good. Gooey, squishy, melty goodness. And it needed chocolate.
But my cupboards are bare. Like seriously. The fridge has half a head of broccoli and about a thousand condiments and an old cheese my uncle brought over from Ireland (don't ask). It is sketchtown.
So, I needed all my kitchen skill to work this magic. And boy, have my years of experimenting paid off. At last, I have a useful talent!
I literally took a skillet, lobbed in the dregs of a jar of peanut butter to melt on low, mixed in the crumbly ends of the brown sugar and waited for it to melt too.
Then added a dash of milk (trying to save enough for tomorrow's cereal) and the last squeeze of vanilla, plus a couple of fistfuls of flour, a big shake of baking soda and a pinch of salt.
Mixed it together on the stovetop until it was like wet cookie dough, then put it in the oven for 10 minutes to crisp.
Tasted the fork I'd used for stirring (the kitchen utensils are all dirty, so sue me) and realised it wasn't sweet enough, just tasted like dough - so while it baked, I made impromptu icing.
Scrapped the remaining butter wads of the paper wrapper, melted it in the microwave, added some cocoa powder, the last of the milk (guess tomorrow is stale toast now) and some icing sugar which has been lurking in the back of the cupboard since my mother bought it Chrismas 2009
... and voila! Creamy peanutbutter blondie with chocolate drizzle sauce, to be eaten hot, straight from the pan. honestly, I'd offer you some but it's gone already. Just too perfect.
I am a god of small things. well, the sorts of things that come with utensils anyway. I'm still working on the rest.
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