You know how some people insist that as far back as they remember, they were meant to be a _______.
Like the pilot who started building model planes at age 6.
Or the veterinarian who as a child took in stray kittens.
And the dietitian who used to dream up chocolate, peanut butter, and sugar.
Wait, what?
A few weeks ago while visiting my grandparents in Detroit, my grandma pulled out this recipe that I made for her.
I know- hard to read. But the gist of it is to take peanut butter, chocolate chips, and sugar- press it in saran wrap (is that brand even around anymore?), microwave it, refrigerate it, and "Eat them!"
Yeah I'm pretty sure that would be nothing but a fail of a recipe.
I've clearly graduated to more sophisticated recipes (see post for peanut butter cookie dough cupcakes).
Oh, irony. You win.
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