a special spot between mister cookie and the brownie babe

It only came to my attention that I had never [consciously] made a blondie in my life upon hearing the responses of those who asked what was baking away in the oven concomitantly punctuated with question marks. Why consciously, you asked? Because the mister insists that these blondies taste suspiciously similar to the cookie cake I baked for our 30th month, while the sister suggested to bake the same batter as huge Toll House-esque chocolate chip cookies the next time round.

I guess in a way they work by the same principles. Brown sugar, check. Butter, check. Chocolate chips, check. The crunch of a chocolate chip cookie, yet the chewiness of a fudgey brownie, check.

As complex as blondies can be, one thing for certain is that they most definitely earned a special spot in the household.

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of birthdays and memories

The niece just turned the Big One recently, and we had a small family gathering last Sunday over at the sister’s. Having had experienced two first birthdays with the elder two nieces, I know that when it comes to the first birthday celebration, no matter how many times parents had the child practise blowing out the candle prior to the party, the flame always gets blown out by someone else. I remember that during one of the parties, the parents blew out the candle themselves, and it was only after the flame was out that the niece puffed up her cheeks and ‘blew’ out the unlit candle. Much to the roaring laughter of the entire room.

Lesson learnt: Don’t practise on a candle without a flame.

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