So last night we went out to dinner, then came home and had the following exchange:
Chris: Are you going to bake a cake?
Me: Huh? Why would I do that?
Chris: Because I want some cake.
Me: I do, too. I wish we had ice cream or chocolate or cookies or maybe brownies. Brownies would be good.
Chris: Oh! I know! You could make those cookies with the chocolate and peanut butter.
Me:
That’s right. Silence. No need to speak. I was already pulling the peanut butter and cocoa powder out of the cabinet.
And then there was this:
Which was eaten as shown.
I also had a Z Bar before we left for dinner:
You shouldn’t be embarassed. You were being green anyways, I bet eating it that way required less dishes and materials. No need to waste water washing extra dishes. Or having to throw away saran wrap and stuff.
That recipe is a godsend
whats the ratio of oats, PB, honey, n cocoa powder? i want to make them
just kidding, now i see where you posted the recipe! thanks anyways!!!
No worries! Looks like it was still super-delicious, eaten as is :0)
I was doing a really nice job of forgetting that these cookies exist.
What was I thinking?? They’re so good.
Um, also, I tagged you to share five things about yourself. I should never have read that Christopher Pike Chain Letter book in 5th grade, or I wouldn’t be so concerned about the consequences of not following the rules when it comes to these things.
I love that - out of nowhere, ‘are you’re gonna bake a cake?’ like the fact that you’ve walked into the house equals elaborate baked goods.
That bowl of the mix looks like the CLIF Z brownie bar.
Eaten as shown? It is shown as delicious! (And I totally understand that no-need-for-a-response as you pull the ingredients out!)