Crappy, Wordless Wednesday and Just Desserts

Well, wordless Wednesday worked out well for me because it was kind of a crappy day.  So crappy I didn't care to write about it.


But today is Thursday.  (Actually, just pretend it's still Thursday, because my internet went down before this posted and then I was too busy all day Friday to post it, so now it's Friday night)


So moving on....

I love my brother.  He cooks things.  Now mind you, I like to cook too.  But it sure is nice when I'm stuck working on loans and wondering every minute that I'm doing it, why I'm doing it...it sure is nice to suddenly catch a whiff of something delectable cooking from downstairs.


Wednesday night, at the end of my crappy day, I could smell ribs.  Barbequed ribs.  And barbequed beans.  And the pièce de résistance....*insert drumroll here* 

The Maple Blonde Brownie.

Oh, joy of joys!  My crappy day was was not going to end in the toilet! 

If you have never had the Maple Blonde Brownie (and yes, it should be capitalized), let me just tell you - it's heaven. on. a plate. 

It's a moist, gooey, blonde brownie with bits of white chocolate that are just soft enough to melt on your tongue.  It's topped with vanilla ice cream and then drenched in this luscious, warm maple and cream sauce that is so good it tempts you to drink what's left on your plate.  Seriously. 

When the brownie is gone and the sauce is mixed with the melted ice cream - well, I tipped the plate and drank it.  A little vodka and kahlua and it would have been the perfect cocktail.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.  When I came downstairs and saw what my brother was making, I hovered in the kitchen like a huey.  You see, my brother, although a good cook, likes to experiment with recipes.

I wasn't about to let that happen with this one.  He wanted to put in more walnuts and less butter.  "Don't deviate!" I cried. 

He gave me a strange look.  The kind of look a man gives when he cannot understand the healing powers of chocolate and alcohol to a woman.

He couldn't possibly understand how this dessert was going to make my world make sense again.  But he complied. 

He made it exactly like the recipe said and it was every bit as good as the original Applebees famous version.

My sister called while it was in the oven and I was giddy with excitement as I described the dessert to her and how good it was.  She had never had it so it was hard for me to get her to comprehend it.  I finally said, "It's effffing good!"  She got it.

It was effffing good too.

And today is Friday and a couple of the problems that made my Wednesday so crappy have been resolved and the folks whose loans were affected by the problems, are still going to get their homes, so all is well.

Click here for the recipe that salvages crappy days. Thank you Food Network!

Salvaged,
Lori