Stupid Things I Did Today
Now, I realize that many of you have tastes far surpassing the aforementioned deranged magpie that inspired mine, but I do think this is better than its predecessor. And hey--if you wore these and it got dark and you didn't have a light, you'd only need to pull up a pant leg. I'm not totally sure they glow in the dark, but they certainly look as if they might absorb all light within a two block radius, don't they?
Monica, I tried to get Ed to pose with it for you, but he evidently also has better taste than I do:
No, he is NOT barfing down the back of the couch...
Anyway, we completed the trip with no incidents, in spite of the serious mental alteration that might have resulted from my standing around Harbor Freight Tools inhaling all that testosterone. (Although, come to think of it, I've had a mysterious urge to scratch my privates and spit ever since....do you suppose there's a connection?)
I did not, alas, get to make the anatomically correct snow angels (perhaps I should have taken advantage of the testosterone overdose, though....those could have been really interesting snow angels...) but I did make cookies. I cheated a bit and used a recipe I already invented some time ago, but that's what I craved so there you are. I call them Ms. K's Cardiac Arrest Peanut Butter Bars. I will assure you right up front that they are not healthy. They are not one bit healthy. I believe you need to provide a note from a cardiologist in order to eat them legally. But they definitely soothe the soul of the partially housebound knitter and this is my blog so I get to dispense recipes for the most unhealthy food in the world if I want to. They're chilling right now, so I don't have a picture of them cut (which is really how they look the best) but this is them before they went into the fridge (the lumps are chopped peanuts...we only had chunky peanut butter):
I usually make the larger pan of these but Mr. K doesn't care for them. And it's not that I couldn't eat the bigger pan--rather, it's precisely because I COULD eat the bigger pan that I opted for this smaller one.
Okay, so this is a serious fly-by-the-seat-of-your pants recipe. I whipped it up and do a lot of it by "feel" and so on. Don't let this scare you. There's no chemistry involved--it will not fail if you don't get it all exactly right. There IS no exactly right. Trust me. You start by lining a pan with foil unless you are less lazy than Ms. Knitingale...but I suggest doing it even if you are. These are kinda messy. This is an 8x8 pan; put about 3/4 stick of butter in it. (Remember: Weight Watchers has never asked me to be their spokesperson. There is a reason for this, and it is most assuredly not that I am too skilled in the art of eating healthy. Keep this in mind.) Stick it in the oven to melt (350 is good) and, while it's melting, make some kind of cookie crumbs (chocolate wafers, vanilla wafers--whatever tickles your fancy). You're going to make a cookie crust...for cookies. Kind of like the cookie crust on a pie. The amount of cookie crumbs should be enough to cover the bottom of the pan without gaps. (It's not science--it can be thicker or thinner and it won't hurt them at all. I just throw a handful of cookies in a bag and hammer the crap out of them and stir them into the butter and see if it's enough.) Mix the crumbs with the melted butter with a fork until all the crumbs are moistened. Add more crumbs if necessary (making sure to mix them until moist) to cover bottom of pan evenly and press it down. Bake for ten minutes. While that's baking, put 1 stick of butter and 1 1/2 cups of peanut butter in a bowl. Beat it with a mixer until it becomes smooth and paler than when it started. Add about half a teaspoon of vanilla. Beat in about half a cup of powdered sugar and then enough graham cracker crumbs (a cup is a good start) so that it's stiff enough to handle (but not all the way to playdoh). Add crumbs as needed if it's not stiff enough. (The Viagra joke here would be too easy, wouldn't it?) Again, how thick to make it is only a matter of taste. If it's thinner than you want it, add more crumbs. Easy. When the crust is done, take it out of the oven and gently put the peanut butter stuff on it. There will be plenty, and it will be tall. Worry not. Get the top as level as you can but don't lose sleep over it. Now put about half a bag of chocolate chips (milk or dark--your choice, but I prefer milk) in a bowl with a tablespoon of peanut butter and melt it in the microwave. Stir until blended and spread over peanut butter mixture. Chill until set. Allow one-eyed black and white cat to lick peanut butter off hands because she is truly the weirdest cat in the world and absolutely loves it. Wash hands because loving cats does not make cat spit an any more pleasant fragrance. Cut cookies into bars and enjoy. Plan lots of situps for the associated guilt. I'll put up a picture of the finished cookie bars tomorrow when I can cut them. If you can resist at that point, it's out of my hands.
I saw a plaque the other day that asked "What if remembering to get the laundry out of the washer before mildew sets in is really all there is to success?" Which suggests that I'd best go put the laundry into the dryer before my success is threatened. Before I do, however, I'll leave you with a photo of the cat who didn't turn her back on me (largely because she was afraid I'd take back the office chair...which I did):