I remember very few things from high school. I've sort of blocked it all out, I guess. I was Ally Sheedy's character from the Breakfast Club. Minus the dandruff.
I also went to two different high schools. In my Junior year, we moved back to the town where I'd attended Kindergarten through 5th grade. My inner Sheedy really shone through at the second, larger school where I finished high school. I was absolutely uncomfortable in that school. Hence the blocking it all out.
One of the things I do remember is lunches. Yea, you could say it was all about the food, if you really wanted to insult me. But it was way more than that. Lunch was the ONLY time I had to spend with people I really liked, and who liked me! My friend Tony that I still adore to this day? Met him at the lunch table. He's gay, I was an outcast....good times. No one appreciated us, or his fashion sense - the best friendships are founded on things such as this.
One thing I do remember is these things they called "brownies". Except they weren't brownies, they were peanut butter. Most days, I'm not very fond of peanut butter either, but for these I made an exception. So image my surprise when someone on facebook posted a recipe for them! Still no chocolate in them!
These will be my DESSERT EXPERIMENT TWO.
• 2 cups flour
• 1 tsp baking soda
• ¼ tsp salt
• 1 cup butter
• ¾ cup peanut butter (creamy)
• ½ cup sugar
• ½ cup brown sugar
• 1 tsp vanilla extract
• 1 egg
Cream together everything but the flour, then slowly add the flour. Pour into a lightly greased 13 x 9, and bake at 375 degrees for 15- 18 minutes. Do not overcook or the bars will be hard.
The changes I made:
I used two eggs (on accident, I read it wrong, I blame NO WINE), and here's the biggie.... I used NUTELLA instead of the peanut butter. And I sorta eyeballed the Nutella amount.
Also, yea....chocolate. But mostly hazelnut.
They actually look like brownies. They smell like heaven. They taste like baby angels singing the Hallelujah chorus. The edges are crispy, the center is fluffy. I may not give Rob any.
And hey Angie? NO BOX.