Making these brownies reminded me of being a kid. I grew up in a very close knit extended family. I saw my cousins on both sides very frequently and went to school with some. There were 7 of us in 7 years on my dad’s side. Two of us cousins who did not like nuts. My grandma would always make this sheet cake with a nut topping but she would always leave a swath at the end with just the chocolate frosting for Eric and me. Back in the day “Grandma Sophie” (as my kids call her) could rattle off the likes and dislikes of all of her grandchildren.
Following Sophie’s lead, I left a little swath of this cake peanutless for Colin and myself. Colin is my new nut free comrade. Without turning this blog into something it’s not, I feel compelled to mention that Eric is no longer with us. It will be 16 years this month and I have been thinking about him ever since this cake was announced. It is amazing how the simple act of making a cake can call forth so many memories (and emotions).
Colin - in a departure from Eric and I’s tradition of actually eating our special section - declared the caramel sauce ick and left the table.
I made a six inch cake, cooked it for 30 minutes and ended up with a giant ol’ crater in the middle. It does not look like the picture in the book. It was good but not awe inspiring. The brownie/cake part could have been moister (word?) and I accidentally got a peanut in mine. I have made the caramel sauce once before and I would make it again. But, I don’t think I would make this whole thing again.