I've loved almost every dense, chewy dessert bar that has ever crossed my luscious lips. There is something about a good dessert bar that brings out the inner Preschooler in me who believes everything is "mine" and refuses to share.
A pan of Blondies (and brownies for that matter) are just what the doctor ordered to comfort and console a broken heart. Lord knows I ate plenty of these anytime some "Y" Chromosome ripped my heart out and stomped on it. They also came in handy on nights when I had to cram for an exam. Heck, these bars come in handy no matter what your mood or occasion may be. You might just find yourself looking for an excuse to make them. "Honey, I found a new mole on my shoulder...let's celebrate by making a pan of Blondies!!" Whaat?!? It could happen.
A pan of Blondies (and brownies for that matter) are just what the doctor ordered to comfort and console a broken heart. Lord knows I ate plenty of these anytime some "Y" Chromosome ripped my heart out and stomped on it. They also came in handy on nights when I had to cram for an exam. Heck, these bars come in handy no matter what your mood or occasion may be. You might just find yourself looking for an excuse to make them. "Honey, I found a new mole on my shoulder...let's celebrate by making a pan of Blondies!!" Whaat?!? It could happen.