TWD: Caramel Crunch Bars

The boyfriend has been a regular sidenote on many of my recipes on this-here blog. I think I've mentioned how he isn't nearly as much of a sweets lover as I am, and that I have difficulty foisting baked goods off on him when I know they'll still be there, three weeks later, just nibbled on. He forgets about them, he claims. How can you forget an ice cream torte (2/3 of it still in his freezer, terribly freezer burned)? How can you forget ginger and chocolate gingerbread (the scraps are still sitting in his refrigerator)? I couldn't. Maybe that's why I have to run so much though. If I was able to forget about delicious baked goods, I wouldn't be planning on going to the gym for a 7 mile run soon after writing this post.


But every now and then, a recipe comes along that the boyfriend swoons over. He demands it, then proceeds to eat all of the resulting tastiness in one night, ignoring that whole "dinner" concept.

This is one of those recipes. I made it, sliced it, and handed him a little sliver. It disappeared. I handed him another one, just to see what happened. Gone. I sat there, with the rest of the cookies just out of his reach. Soon, he got this look on his face - a hopeful, goofy expression that just screams "please, pretty please, with puppy eyes?" I declare victory when I get those looks. Then I send the entire batch home with him, just to drive home the satisfaction of finding a baked good that he can't resist.


So how long did these cookies last? Two nights. He sat down with the container of them on Monday night and ate all of the cookie slices. The next night, he took the crumbled up leftovers and ate them over ice cream.

I'd call that success. And Whitney? You have my everlasting gratitude.


Last Week: Devil's Food Whiteout Cake (there's still some of that left too...)
Next Week: Chocolate Armagnac Cake (the cake that got Dorie fired!)