I am typing this from my husband’s office at 8:18pm KC time. Why? Because someone decided to call us for a showing from 8-9pm. You might think sane people (parents, even!) would say no to such a request. And, in theory, I wholeheartedly agree…but when you are keeping your house unnaturally clean despite your family’s innate desire to do otherwise and have lost track of your “home improvement” expenses, you take the showing. You never know when this may be the one that pays off. So, here we are killing time when we should be winding up for the night.
OF course, this means I am on his computer and have not loaded my one picture of these biscuits. You get my kids at the Royals game which I found on his laptop. I did make them. We did eat them. In fact, I may have eaten one too many the next day rationalizing that they had to be eaten then or be thrown out. I liked the maple flavor but not enough to make these again. I like the flaky softer biscuits out there.
The recipe is at a little something…sweet!
I will try to get the picture up soon but I am seriously trying to get this posted while it is still Tuesday…
1. I planned to make the orange/chocolate loaf.
2. I didn’t have enough chocolate.
3. I did have enough semi-sweet chocolate chips combined with leftover Andes mint chips.
4. So, it was sort of a half-a** mint chocolate version.
5. my mom loved it and ate a lot of it.
6. Why didn’t I just go to the store to get the proper ingredients, you ask? Because we put our house back on the market. Yup. We have lost our marbles, thanks for asking.
7. PS the cake was good. That is all.
To detail all of the reasons as to why I am posting last week’s strawberry dessert over this week’s apple tourte would send you into a full on boredom coma in less time than it takes to type Rhubarb. The short (and ample on its own) reason is that I ended up with 4+ lbs of strawberries on Sunday. What I did not end up with is any rhubarb. Actually, I didn’t go looking for it. For the record, I didn’t go looking for the strawberries either. I did happen to have two lonely apples in the fruit bowl. Since I and everyone else within shouting distance has had their fill of apples as a snack until next fall, I quickly decided they would make a great substitute for rhubarb. I don’t like crystallized ginger so I didn’t go looking for it all.
In short, great dessert and I was ready for some dessert. If I get my hands on some rhubarb before I exhaust the 3lbs of remaining strawberries, I might just make it again.
The thought process of an overthinker:
I am going to NYC this weekend. I will eat a lot of yummy restaurant food in NYC. I will eat some (tasty) crap in NYC as well. This tart sounds good but I don’t really want to eat a lot of or much of it, frankly, or maybe none of it. If this is a coffee tart, I will be the only one who will eat it. I will regret every bite of it as I am chowing on a bagel…It is ice cream. Ice cream is not something I can bring to work. I love coffee ice cream. How can I skip coffee ice cream? I am skipping coffee ice cream. Period. What will the boy eat? Peanuts. Yup. Peanuts and chocolate and vanilla ice cream with caramel. Should I still make the coffee tart? No. No coffee. Peanut/chocolate/vanilla/caramel it is. Hmmm…that sounds good. Edit: HALF a peanut/chocolate/vanilla/caramel tart it is.
I am exhausted.
but, of course, I tried a piece. It was HOT on Sunday (91 degrees!). good. very good. that crust is a keeper. Full post at domestic deep thought.
This is what I think Dorie’s introductory paragraph should have said:
The recipe tastes like brownies from a box without all the pesky corn syrup and multi-syllabic ingredients.
Seriously. After I ate one (or more) it hit me. These brownies taste just like a box mix. They are super duper moist but light on chocolate flavor. So, if you are partial to that kind of brownie but leery of anything with that long of a shelf life. These are for you, friend.
Leave me the super chocolaty ones. Thank you, very much.
These were awesome. I will definitely make them again. That is all.
This was the VERY LAST muffin so I had to quickly snatch it and snap a shot. It is sitting on the lid on the container they briefly called home.
Next week: honey nut brownies. i have actually made these already…
Pictures will be up later…
Boy, I would love this to be a post about a sweet home cooked dinner accompanied by from scratch corniest corn muffins. Alas. It is not to be. It could have been. It even started that way…
All was going well. Will asked to help with dinner so we made the muffins together. I even let him use the sharp knife on some green peppers and he was thrilled. We all sat down for some beans and rice and muffins. Colin announced that he should try something new and would like a corn muffin. After I picked myself up off the floor, I gave him one. He ate a bite and said he liked it. Angels sang. And then. And then…
The scourge of siblinghood appeared. Will – with OBVIOUS AND MALICIOUS glee - announced that there were actual corn kernels in the muffin. Colin reacted just as we all new he would. The muffin was pronounced inedible and no amount of reasoning and cajoling could convince him otherwise. He tried to pick the corn out which resulted in a very sad pile of crumbs. It is a very good thing that looks can’t kill. I do not aspire to matricide and I gave Will a good one. so did his father.
There are parts of parenthood that being an only child just didn’t prepare me for.
Next week: More muffins. and I may try to get to the pots de creme I missed last week. Full recipe at My Next Life.
Action shot – Trying to snap a pic of the last one as it is being eaten…
The name is true, these are great despite what some might consider an “offensive” ingredient: prunes. (full disclaimer: the muffins above don’t have prunes – apricots instead – but I have made these with prunes.) I think most of us consider prunes “old lady” food. Don’t act like you don’t know what I am talking about. Prunes are old lady food in the same way that fruit rollups are kid food and frozen burritos are college kid fare. Its the key demographic. But prunes have company. Here is my partial list of what I affectionately describe as “old lady” food:
- Cottage cheese
- Liver and onions
- Pimento loaf
- Boiled vegetables
- Salsbury steak
- Beer in a glass with ice (no? I guess we don’t know the same old ladies).
- These, however, were certainly NOT old lady food. We had them on a “breakfast for dinner” night with tofu scramble. yu-um.
- Now, I can’t get this bullet format to go away….ugh.