I have very distinct memories of returning from study abroad, begging my mom for macaroni and cheese, and being completely dismayed when she whipped up her homemade version. I wanted Kraft mac & cheese. From a box. Forget your made from scratch efforts, woman. A heart wants what it wants. Then there was the time I’d be joining my area director at a Young Life weekend camp near my hometown, and my mom offered to feed us on our way back to Spartanburg. I insisted she make a chicken and biscuits recipe (the kind with canned biscuits and cream of whatever soup) even though she protested and wanted to make something more impressive. Again, no respect for homemade attempts.
I get it now, Mom. I’ve moved to the receiving end of this battle of wills.
I consider myself to be an excellent baker. I won’t brag about my skills here, but let’s just say I know my way around an industrial sized mixer. So when Joe’s birthday rolls around each year, I jump at the chance to whip up a nice, new recipe from scratch. I really enjoy the process of baking, but don’t do it often because I enjoy eating the product equally as much, and nobody needs that many cookies. So special occasions are my reason to dust off my trusty wooden spoon and bake up a storm. Only this year, Joe had a single request: Avalanche Bars. My heart sank. The only tasks required to make these treats is to melt chocolate and stir. That’s it. Absolutely no baking, whipping, or beating required. Resigned, I left the mixer in it’s place and assembled the simple snack. He was delighted. My skills were nowhere to be showcased. I guess his birthday is about what he really wants, after all 😉
If you want to be popular and don’t mind the lack of expertise required, here’s the Avalanche Bar recipe I use. It’s stupid easy, and a total crowd-pleaser. Save your efforts for something more impressive.
Until next year…