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.
It’s getting hot out there! My skorts are getting a lot of play.
Yes, I said “skort.” Before you assume that I’m dressing like a 2 year-old, they do make cool skorts nowadays that look like miniskirts but that have shorts under. It’s more ladylike not to flash people.
When it’s hot outside, I like to sit on my front step drenched in sunscreen and mosquito repellent. I’ll bring out a book, a cup of ice water, and a frozen treat. This week, these peanut butter fudge pops are getting a lot of play. They require only two ingredients, so get cracking!
It’s Sunday night. Translation: I’m a little cranky. Sunday is errand day, a time to get things together before the onslaught of the week begins. Also, I’m a bit peeved because my husband has tomorrow off for Columbus Day, as do most of the people who work in the DC area. Not me. Nope. I’m working a full day tomorrow!
Sorry, I’m gloomy. When this kind of mood strikes, only one thing can help. Lots and lots of peanut butter. In a bar. With chocolate.
I’m really trying here, folks. You know, to come to terms with the end of summer. It ain’t so easy.
As a warm-weather enthusiast, I greet cooler temperatures with about as much joy as a toddler greets a shot-wielding nurse. Over the past two weeks, my fellow awesome food bloggers have pulled out the pumpkin, heralding an early start to autumn. It’s still August, people! Rage against the dying of the light!
I’m going to hold out against pumpkin for a bit longer. I mean, I love pumpkin. But I want to use it when I really need it, i.e., when the long sleeves start coming out of my closet.