Peanut Butter *Devil* Brownies
For the next 8 weeks I’ve vowed to stick to my boring diet plan, go to bed early, get my butt out of bed every morning at 5am and drag myself to the gym, give up coffee and drink a ton of water. No refined sugar, no refined carbs, no fun basically. Knowing full well that my sugar addiction is enough to make me sell my first born, I told myself that I’d chill out on the baking for a few weeks as well. That is, until someone placed an order.
You see, there are a handful of foods that I refuse to keep in my house simply for the fact I have absolutely no willpower when it comes to them. Peanut butter happens to be one of these. In my effort to plan my diet ahead of time, I got rid of all the tempting little treats lying around my house. I figured “An order? Suuuuure… I’ll buy what I need and that will be that. No leftover ingredients lying around, no problem.” Just me and my bare cupboards I began with.
3 dozen gooey, chocolatey, chewy, fudgy, peanuty brownies later… I still felt good about things. I let them cool and as I started to cut, I realized I had made more than I had actually planned. “Dammit!” was my first thought. It was a Sunday morning which means I had 24 hours alone with the leftovers until I could pawn them off on my co-workers. I somehow knew I wouldn’t survive it’s peanut buttery powers so I started thinking of ideas about what I could possibly do with almost a half dozen of these little devils. I chopped some up and threw it on top of a cake I’d made for my brother’s birthday. That took care of 3 of them. I set the other 3 aside. I mean, I couldn’t possibly waste them could I!?
Later on in the evening while I was watching a movie, I swear I heard them whispering my name from the kitchen. As I mosied in for a drink of water, I saw them in all their glory on the counter glistening with that rich chocolaty glow and beckoning me towards them with their creamy peanut butter swirls. I decided, “what the hell? One bite won’t hurt…” A half hour later I found myself staring at the crumbs on the bottom of my Tupperware. *sigh*
Thankfully, I found the strength to get back to the gym this week – while cursing the brownies with each strenuous lap I ran. I started thinking that it’s funny how baking can be so soothing for me, almost like therapy sometimes. If I make that one thing though, it turns out to be a giant stressful test of willpower which sucks. I guess that’s all part of life though. Resisting our urges and doing what’s good for us instead of doing just what we want.
With that in mind, I have another order for 5 dozen peanut butter brownies to tackle this weekend. No worries though, I’m goin’ in prepared. There’s nothing a role of duct tape can’t fix right?





























