Heaven in a Matzo
Last night I made Spring Orzo Salad for today's potluck, despite (or maybe because of?) the city being an April Winter Wonderland. And it was all I could do to not eat spoonfulls of it.
I also decided that I had to try this Matzo Crack recipe that was posted on The Kitchn yesterday. It was an easy decision to make because it involved toffee and chocolate, and I had all of the ingredients already except the matzo. The only thing more fun than saying, "MATZO!" is eating it.
And if you've never done much baking, let me show you one important piece of life you are missing:
This, this right here, is compressed heaven.
I mean, technically, yes, some moisture got into the bag of brown sugar and it clupmed into a large brown sugar rock, but whatever. It is perfection, it is heaven, and it is begging to be plopped into my mouth (well, not this clump; I already ate this one last night).
Brown sugar clumps are everything that is right about baking, about love, about life. And I always find myself wondering how I can make it clump faster.
2008
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I remember breaking the brown sugar container while munching the said "clumps" as the parental figures were out to dinner for an anniversary. "Stay out of things!" was the last command left to us, but who could resist? It was almost a DARE, I think....
I still blame my parents.
Of course I'm blaming our parents. I've seen Mom eat a brown sugar clump right from the bag. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
John: and didn't we try to deny that we broke it in spite of the brown sugar all over the counter and floor?
AAHH, yes. Denial could have been a sweeter move if we had actually cleaned up the mess. That could've held off the yelling for a day at least.
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