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I can think of worse ways to die... We’re eating a chilled “pie” made of layers of fudgy coffee brownies, rich airy peanut butter mousse, crumbled Reese’s peanut butter cups and finished with a drizzle of ganache. It’s a well-known fact that sweets are not really my cuppa beer.
When we arrived to America, I was quick in growing to love American traditions and foods and general popular culture. I ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with great zeal and often dreamt (and still do) of pizza. Hamburgers and French fries, chicken nuggets and fish sticks, potato chips and popcorn, sweet potato and broccoli, Fourth of July clambakes and Thanksgiving turkeys – I embraced it all as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I forced these unknown traditions on my parents, arguing with them, a bold and foolish teenager that I was, that these were the new ways of the world, and that we had to let go of our old world traditions because they were archaic that no one, besides my parents and their Russian friends, understood. I was eager to assimilate and become truly, completely, wholly American.
(Chocolate Covered Marshmallow Cookies) The July Daring Bakers’ challenge was hosted by Nicole at Sweet Tooth . She chose Chocolate Covered Marshmallow Cookies and Milan Cookies from pastry chef Gale Gand of the Food Network. Avert your eyes now if the idea of a supersized chocolate covered marshmallow cookie cake, sounds like too much to digest. To explain, let me start at the very beginning.
I admit it: We’re Thin Mint addicts in our house. I try to limit the number of boxes I buy each season because they aren’t particularly healthy or earth-friendly. But, I have many friends with daughters in the Girl Scouts, and the Thin Mints are just so yummy.
This recipe, which originally comes from the Food Network website, was something that caught my eye when I saw it on another blog several months ago ~ I was intrigued enough to make them but for reasons still unknown to me, they actually sat in my freezer for about two months. Odd – yet it happened. Anyway, I brought them out of cold storage to give to my nephew ~ as a “thank you” for helping me out last week ~ but alas, he has been busy working, my willpower ran out………… And the rest is history ~ or should I say, the brownies are history. These really are perfect in every way – the brownie has just the right amount of fudgy-ness, the peanut butter layer is smooth and a touch salty – and although I passed on the ganache topping, I really don’t think they needed it.
How to Make Your Baby Pterodactyl Mad In 4 Easy Steps. [No, I didn't have sex with a dinosaur nor was I inseminated with whatever and I didn't splice some dino dna with frog dna a la Jurassic Park like some mad scientist] Second, embarrass her by telling a family friend that when she was younger she didn't have an ounce of gaydar in her whole entire body. "Slander!" She'll tell you. She'll also explain that she is batting a thousand now and that with her little pterodactyl hands that she will be filing a lawsuit against her mom for Squawk-SLANDER-Squawk!