First off, yes, Aunt Anne is real (hi Anne!). As I have mentioned before, my mom has a major sweet tooth and apparently it was passed along to me in the womb. I can’t really recall any specific dinners she made us growing up, I mean, of course we ate, but nothing too memorable (sorry mom!). However, when it came to desserts, I can recall more than a dozen delicious, divine desserts that were always in rotation in our house (which is evidenced by my thighs, even to this day).
I am really, really bad at memorizing recipes. Even basic, simple dinners that I have made a million times, I still need to read a recipe for. I just have that block going on in my brain. However, there is one (and really, probably the only one) that I can do without a recipe. And it’s this one. I have made this for some many occasions (as my mom has), that it is permanently engrained in my mind. Which isn’t a bad thing when it concerns a brownie/bar/caramel hybrid.
As a side note: One of the best things about having a baker in the house is being given the beaters to lick. Hands down. No matter what is being made, it is the best part of baking time. I think Chris cried a little when he realized he would have to share the beaters with Ella. He’s been (pretty) good about sharing them. Sort of. Continue reading
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