Some people are still pretending to be on a health kick, so I’ll throw a few more atcha before the onslaught of Valentine’s recipes begins. JAB seeks to accommodate you!
And these are quite lovely, even though the word “healthy” appears in the title. Chocolate, banana, and no butter or oil. Plus, there’s a Greek yogurt protein kick in there. Can we all cheer?
I almost called these brownies. That’s how fudgy they are. Have I ever mentioned how difficult it can be to name some recipes? Or children?
With every single one of our children, we didn’t name them until they were born and we could look into their faces. I had a hard time committing anyway. Being a teacher made it a lot harder.
You see, I associate names with people. And while I really enjoy most of my students, I didn’t want to name my kids anything that I’d associate with my workplace. It’s just nice to keep home and work as separate as possible.
As a result, my kids have fairly obscure names (with even more obscure spellings) and while their names fit them quite nicely, it wasn’t an easy process. Names are so dang important. What if a kid gets the wrong one?
Forget about real people. Character names bug me, too. When Big from Sex and the City finally got a name in the last episode, it was “John.” Really?! John? That’s the best they could do for him? It was so unbelievably frustrating.
If you could name yourself, what would it be? Feel free to let that marinate, or share below! No, this is not that game where you come up with your accidental stripper name. This is you deciding what you would have been called, had it been your choice.
If this cake had a choice, it might ask to be buttery and full of fat. Actually, no, it wouldn’t. When I brought this to work, not only could people not believe that it was healthy, but almost everyone also asked for the recipe. Here’s a video tutorial, but see the full recipe below as well:
Aside from its health benefits, this cake (almost brownie) is super simple to make. Without butter to cream (and no oil either), it’s just mixing ingredients together. Have I mentioned that this cake is also gluten-free?
The only danger here is that you’ll convert to healthy cake and miss out on the Valentine’s Day splurging. Nah, I’m not really worried about that. But this is really good, whether it’s named right or not. In the end, it’s the taste that matters!
I fulfill many roles in life: wife, mother, teacher, everlasting learner.
This site is dedicated to one role that expresses my creativity in ways that I find consistently challenging and rewarding: baker.
Inventing new ways to enhance food, especially if that food involves chocolate or peanut butter (or both!), is a passion of mine. I look forward to sharing my ideas with you.
I had to, everyone. It’s the end of the week. I’ve been baking with fruit all week. Now it’s time for peanut butter and chocolate to make a comeback!
You know that I can’t go more than a week or so without doing something PB-related. It’s the ABCs of me, baby, and I’ve embraced it. Just like I’ve embraced the role of sugar in my life. More on that in a bit.
If you get frustrated because your peanut butter ice cream isn’t peanut buttery enough, or because it doesn’t include enough mix-ins, look no further. This no-churn option will satisfy all of your frozen peanut butter dreams!
This one is for all of you who love mixes. Don’t worry: you’re not alone!
From time to time when I bake for people, they ask if I used a mix. I’m never sure how to take that question, other than to find it rude. The thing is, I bake mostly without mixes, or as a layperson would put it, “from scratch.” But when I use mixes, I usually doctor them or put them into a form for which they weren’t intended.
My son doesn’t like chocolate. Or so he claims. At first, I was grief-stricken when I heard this news. Was he mine?!
Then I realized that he does like chocolate but he doesn’t want to admit to it, for some weird little kid reason. For example, he loves Reese’s peanut butter cups. I can’t bring the telltale orange and yellow packaging anywhere near the house without him begging to have some, puppy eyes and all. But if the chocolate gets too rich, suddenly it’s not his thing anymore.
Which is all totally fine, except that the boy asked for a peanut butter cup cake for his birthday this year. And he wanted it done with yellow cake, not chocolate. As much as my instincts tore me away from this challenge kicking and screaming, I had to obey. I mean, he’s my kid and it’s his birthday. What am I supposed to do?