I'll spare you the all gritty details, but let's just say a friend of a friend's sister (me) recently experienced a pretty heartbreaking split from a longtime love. And that friend of a friend's sister (still me) happens to find Sunday the toughest day of the week.
Sundays are for couples- for sleeping in, for making egg toast at home, for snuggling while you re-watch half a dozen episodes of "Arrested Development". So, last Saturday, on the eve of that dreaded end of the weekend, that friend of a friend's sister gave herself a very strategic don't-be-sad day plan.
Nothing keeps heartache at bay like a project. So I (err, that friend of a friend's sister) planned to spend the afternoon baking, a brave undertaking for an amateur with zero culinary instinct. I may be the daughter of a woman who shimmies through the kitchen like a choreographed dancer, never measuring, never doubting herself, adding a pinch here and there without a recipe in sight, but I (and yes me, not that friend's sister) can't flip an omelet without calling mom twice for instructions.
I decided to take on Blondies, because really, how tough can this glorious love child of the cookie and brownie really be?
I certainly don't have my mom's finesse in the kitchen, but I do have something even she doesn't have- access to my fabulous foodie roommate's over-stuffed recipe collection. Her proud cookbook shelves deserve the two thirds of our kitchen they take over.
Of course, she had a Blondie recipe I could borrow. It called for coconut flakes, chopped walnuts and about double the amount of butter than another online recipe. Sold. I added mini-chocolate chips for good measure.
I followed her family recipe meticulously and ended up with a pretty satisfying pan-full. Even better, it helped clear my head of some not so yummy thoughts.
Next Sunday...Banana Bread?
