today, a brownie ate a blondie.

surely a most controversial and wrong-sounding sentence, and yet it happened. just not the way you think it did, you dirty fella.

the white version of a brownie, with no chocolate melted in the batter, nor cocoa sprinkled over for chocolate heaven. just butter, sugar, an egg and flour, filled with pantry staples.

it was pecans, dark and white chocolate today. mm-mmmm.

bake it up for 20-25 minutes, (always under- rather than over-bake), for a chocolate chip cookie with the texture of a brownie. kinda strange, and almost cloyingly sweet (oh who the heck am i kidding, it WAS cloyingly sweet. bring the milk.)

cool, and slice into tiny squares so you don't die of diabetes right now.

the simplest of cakes requires the least of explanations. the first cake we made, and now baked again at a different point. they mean so much, and yet with such different nuances.

the simple crumb of a pound cake, jazzed up with the tangiest of lemon syrups.

holes so full of air, so light with hope.