Let’s cut to the chase. The moral of this story is this: Making SEVEN things that each, on their own, are easy, is not easy.
Okay, now that you now the end, let’s start at the beginning.
Saturday night I rolled into the Minneapolis-St. Paul International airport with nary an expectation (other than dinner). That night, my sister and brother in law and I were sitting around and she asked if I wanted to help her bake candy and cookies for a party she’s having.
Um…yes? Is that a serious question?
Then came the hard part: deciding what to make. There were some things that were obvious choices, but then there were the “experiments”.
I wouldn’t say that we had any explicit rules for which recipes made the cut, but we were in complete agreement that anything easy was going on the “for sure” list. Turns out, I’m not the only one in my family that likes to take the easy way out.
During the first 2 hours of the Great Baking Day of 2010, we started with three VERY easy dishes.
1. 7 Layer bars
If I were to do this day over, I’d make 7 trays of these bars. Because of the things we made, I know these are going to be the first to go. Because they taste like heaven. With lots of sugar (which is requisite in my heaven anyway. I don’t know about your heaven. Oh, and obviously all things sugar-laden will also be calorie free. It’s heaven, right?)
Actually I wouldn’t make 7 of these. There’s no way I’d be able to eat them. I barely ate 2 bites and I was bouncing off the walls. Bouncing, I tell you. It wasn’t pretty. Funny? Yes. Pretty? No.
I wish I could take credit for the recipe, but if you buy a can of sweetened condensed milk the recipe is on the can. Graham crackers, butter, sweeteneed condensed milk, chocolate, butterscotch, and white chips, and coconut.
Yes, I ate coconut. That’s how good these bars are. They make me forget that I hate coconut.
Nest up was Christmas Crack. It is not something to mess around with.
If my brother in law’s reaction is to be trusted (and trust me, boy knows his
crack treats and cookies) these things really are addicting. We (I) moved them to the garage so that our (my) shifty little hands couldn’t reach into the fridge of their own accord and before you know it I’ve eaten 17 of them, and well, we didn’t tell him. The next night, we heard him digging through the fridge for about 5 minutes looking for them. Our amusement grew exponentially as he grew increasingly frustrated.
He came downstairs eventually and said “Okay, seriously guys, where’s the crack?”
What made it even funnier were his twitching and the fact that he was scratching his neck. We didn’t stop giggling, and I think he got a wee bit annoyed.
Well, that might not have been all that funny for him.
He contemplated trekking through the unshovelled backyard in the blizzard with negative temperatures just to get a piece of this candy. I think laziness won out in the end, but I’m pretty sure he grabbed some the next morning when he went to work.
He did if he’s as smart as we think he is (I mean, he DID marry into one of the best families this side of the Mississippi, after all, so he is at least marginally
We kept saying this all morning, but as long as we were melting chocolate, let’s just make one. more. thing.
Famous. Last. Words.
Don’t look too closely at this photo. There may have been some chocolate over-flowage, but my quick thinking and cat-like reflexes made quick work of the clean up and I saved the majority of the chocolate from certain death.
Jessica makes butter and sugar laden treats that would make Paula Deen blush, and when I saw her post this cake batter bark, I knew this had to make my list. My sister took one look at the picture and it was on the list. She’s not hard to convince.
I almost wasn’t going to post this because we didn’t do this recipe justice. The white chocolate didn’t ever get really liquidy (we used white chocolate chips, and maybe you can’t melt chips in the microwave?), we didn’t use enough cake batter, and we let the top layer cool long too long before adding the sprinkles.
The sprinkles didn’t stick.
Neither did the the two layers.
But still. They taste good. I mean, chocolate and white chocolate are chocolate and white chocolate after all.
Oh darn. I guess this means we
don’t have to waste them on other people can’t serve them to friends.
At this point, we knew it was break time. When you ruin the simplest recipe with only three ingredients, somethings gotta give. Plus, we were out of chocolate.
[Insert second trip to the grocery store.]
And while we’re at the store, let’s take a short blogging break too, no? Come back tomorrow for the thrilling conclusion to the Great Holiday Bake-off…
Are you sick of seeing all these treats yet?
Have you gotten to open and presents yet? I did!!! Best friend EVER.