My mother made blonde brownies that could have stopped a zombie apocalypse….at least for a few minutes. Minutes count when you’re trying to avoid being eaten by an advancing horde.
I know, the simplest thing to do would be to ask my mother for the recipe. She’d give it to me over the phone tonight if I called her. She won’t do that at midnight however. Midnight here is three in the morning her time. Mother’s need sleep, too. So I had a hankering and I just had to wing it. I went through my normal routine of research and only when I’d finished had I realized that blonde brownie and cookie pie must be the same thing to some people. I’m here to set the record straight – they’re not. Continue reading