the bar snack blondie

This is it.

This is the post in which I tell you that I’m a selfish person, and have the evidence to prove it. This is the post in which you get a glimpse into the thoughts of my former seventeen-year-old brain (thankfully, said brain has matured some since). This is the post in which I may simultaneous disgust/ confuse/ and impress you. The is the post in which I present you with what I have proudly dubbed “The Bar Snack Blondie.” (This is also the post in which I audaciously throw the word “the” in front of a recipe name, evidently.)

BUT we are talkin’ pretzel crust, smoked almond blondie, toasty potato chip top and chocolate drizzle. Bar Snack Blondie isn’t enough; the “The” is necessary.

So yes, this is that post.

moonlight baking is tradition.

I blame my friends.  That’s right, I blame them for this habit of mine – ours.  But I suppose that’s okay, right?  I mean, there’s not all that much wrong with a midnight snack . . . especially when it’s freshly baked!      

I love our late night baking (even when that usually means dumping brownie mix into a bowl, whipping it with some eggs, throwing it in the oven, and then returning to the episode of Law and Order: SVU that we’re watching).  And I love being able to enjoy the smell coming from the oven before the brownies are ready to be eaten.  I even love the anticipation of waiting for them to cool down just enough so that we don’t have to worry about burning our mouths off on piping hot brownies.       

I just love the tradition.  It’s perfect.