Chocolate Chip Blondies and Chocolate Chip Brownies (With Beans!)
I have a novel thought: let’s stop with the black and white thinking.
It’s a theory I have to tackle with the girls each day. They’re forming their own little beliefs about this crazy world we live in and it’s just easier for them to make sense of it by talking in absolutes.
This is boy stuff and that is girl stuff.
The princess is always good and the witch is always bad.
You have to wear underwear, every day, everywhere.
But life’s not that simple.
For example, you can’t wear underwear to ballet. (Think about it. Have you ever see a ballerina with polka dot frog underwear sticking out of her leotard? I have. Awkward.) But you have to wear underwear to Sunday School.
And so I’m careful about my blanket statements. However, I think I may have overemphasized my absolutisms regarding inner beauty.
Lulu sized me up in my “church” jeans, ruffled tank and hair that I actually took out of a ponytail this morning and smiled.
“Mommy?” she said in a syrupy sweet voice.
“You are so beautiful on the inside…but not on the outside.” she answered, as if she were giving me the greatest compliment of my life.
I tried to save face by explaining, “Lu, it can be both…it doesn’t have to be one or the other.”
And the same goes for food.
Blondies can be rich and nutritious.
Brownies can be decadent and healthy.
Beans can be be savory or sweet?
So today, after putting together the broken shards of my self-esteem, I made both. Lulu didn’t get any.
I never thought I’d say this about desserts made with beans, but both of these are incredible.
The result was a soft, melty cookie dough in a bar form.
(You can print Katie’s version of the recipe here.)
As for Lindsay’s brownies, based on personal preferences, I made quite a few changes (like omitting the banana and adding leavening ingredients and chocolate chips).
The result was one of the fudgiest, richest brownies I’ve ever tasted.
Then, I did something that goes against everything I’ve yammered about.
I tried to make my family pick the best one.
Pea Daddy, Gigi and Lulu each hemmed and hawed, going back and forth to each plate, licking their fingers and saying they needed another taste.
No one even mentioned the word “bean.” Least of all me.
But then Lulu gave me a crazy look and said, “Mom!”
“It can be both…it doesn’t have to be one or the other.”
She’s so wise.