There has been some recent begging and pleading for my recipe for the world traveled chocolate chip cookie bar thingys. I have been reluctant to share it with you folks because I fear that you all will start whipping up these delicious morsels yourselves and then shipping them all over the world to parts unknown and then I will no longer be the only blogger whose one claim to fame is that her cookies have been to Europe even though she never has.
And how is it that I have never been to Europe?
Everyone I know has been to Europe.
(that may be a slight exaggeration)
Mom, Dad, apparently the right and just thing to do after your children graduate from high school (which I managed to do) is to send them off trekking around European countries for three or four weeks.
Dave, apparently the right and noble thing to do is to take your wife to Europe for a vacation. Greece would be nice, but I’d settle for France or Italy or England or Germany or Ireland.
(or anywhere off the continent of North America for that matter)
But I digress.
Up until last night I wasn’t going to give in to the pressure of sharing my Top Secret Cookie Bar Thingys recipe. I mean you people should probably know this about me by now, but I usually do the opposite of what people tell me to do. You say go right, I go left. You say eat this, I eat that. You say share your cookie bar thingys recipe, I clam up. It’s my way of rebelling.
(now if only someone would tell me not to get a tattoo because i really want one)
But then this happened:
Trish, Trish, Trish.Who knew you were a closet Paula Deen. Cuz I have to admit, you look like a seriel killer in that goggles pic. :)You know I kid. Often.So are you gonna share the recipe or what? I’m for anything that “looks” done on the outside but is straight up “raw” on the inside.Melissa at Stretch Marks
June 24, 2008 8:10 PM
June 24, 2008 8:10 PM
Yes, folks, Melissa Lee over at Stretch Marks called me a closet Paula Deen and a serial killer all in the same comment.
I think I’m flattered.
So, because Melissa is playing all nicey nicey, I’m going to tell you my secret recipe for those delicious, ooey, gooey cookie bar thingys.
Alright, are you ready for this? I’m a little nervous but here goes:
Do you still love me?