This weekend, I was beyond excited to have my parents visiting my new apartment. Living in a new state, a little bit of home was long overdue. They indulged me in walking (farther than I may have told them) to my farmer’s market and then took me out apple picking in the unseasonably warm 85° weather. Thanks, Mom and Dad! Love you guys!
When I told some friends, also first year teachers, that I would bake for them if they came over to my apartment to lesson plan, their request was obvious: chocolate. So naturally I immediately thought of brownies. Now, I personally am a huge fan of boxed brownie mix. I think Ghirardelli does a perfectly good job, and, honestly, duncan hines are delicious too. But a blog post about how to add water to chocolate powder wouldn’t be all that exciting, and there was the additional request of chunks, which boxed mix doesn’t do all that well.
I know, I know, it’s Monday, not Sunday. And you all thought I forgot you. Yesterday I ran a half marathon. So while I did bake, I was a little bit too exhausted to think about uploading pictures and typing a post. But not to worry, I’m here, on a Monday, to tell you all about Oh Henry Bars!
To preface this post, Yale Bake Shop Granola is hands down the best granola known to man. It has brown sugar, it has salt, it has raisins, it has large chunks that could pass as granola bars on their own if you take the time to sift through it. If you’ve ever seen me in the Calhoun dining hall, you know that I can eat the stuff by the bucketful. It tastes good in alone, in milk, mixed with milk and peanut butter and small pieces of banana and chocolate sauce… Unfortunately, I graduated already and no longer have access …
So I had no intention of making carrot cake cupcakes today. Tomorrow is the first day of school (Yay!) and I wanted to make something quick, but when I was looking through ingredients, I dropped my carton of eggs and three cracked. This recipe called for three eggs, so I put on Mamma Mia and went for it (Side note: the Mamma Mia soundtrack is hands down the best baking music I’ve ever found).
In college, my friends all decided that my spirit animal was a baby elephant. I’m not really sure what that says about me, but I do think that elephants are cute, so I decided to embrace it. As my inaugural post to SMiLes by Meg, and my first baking adventure in my new apartment, it only seemed fitting that I would make elephant cookies.