All bark and Bite RW

So now that the Christmas season is upon us, every blogger and their mother is making bark.  Most of them are making peppermint bark because peppermint is to Christmas as pumpkin is to Thanksgiving.

Channeling my inner SAT’s there for a minute.  Sorry.  No, I’m not really sorry, but I am sorry for apologizing when I wasn’t really sorry in the first place.

Moving on.

I have no problems with bark.  Unless it’s the dogs’ incessant barking, which I swear they do these days non freaking stop.

Anyway, moving on again.

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Raspberry Marshmallow Peanut Butter Waffles. With Barbecued Banana Bacon!

Let’s not get confused, this post is actually about books.

Seriously.

According to Supermom’s Superblog, today is Kids’ Reads.  Participating bloggers post about books their kids are reading.  Hence the name.  Kids’ Reads.  Right then.  We’re all up to speed.

My little fellow is one and currently his favorite thing to do with a book is either to slam it shut or to crawl all over it.

So I’d like to discuss a book that might be best suited for a slightly older child or even two children.

Cooking with Henry and Elliebelly

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If I start off every Foodie Pen Pals post with “the end of the month sure sneaks up on a challenger” would any of you notice?

Well it does, it sneaks up.  It sneaks up like The Snoops sneaks up on an opened peanut butter jar and pounces.  But we’ll get to peanut butter later.

First, let me remind you all what it is I do here.  Foodie Pen Pals is my thing, my schtick, my bag baby.  I take the box, the whole box, and amaze you all with my culinary creation.  I do this by ripping off the Food Network show Chopped.

Except there are no other challengers to battle, it’s just me fighting against myself.  I can be very competitive so it’s not as easy a win as you might think.  Don’t get me wrong, I win.  Every time.

Round 1: The Chopped Challenge

Round 2: Mini Meals

Round 3: The Copy Cat Challenge

Round 4: Big Balls

That brings us to Round 5 and Carma.  Yes, Carma not Karma.  Carma is a lovely reader from Ashland, Ohio – Midwest in the house – and she sent me my Foodie Pen Pals Box, my mystery ingredients, my inspiration.

Based on the post card she included I had kinda hoped for cheese, but cheese probably doesn’t travel well in a Midwestern summer.  I don’t know where you all hail from but it gets flippin’ hot here.

Instead I received a bag of sweet potato chips.

Gluten Free Lucy’s Chocolate Chip Cookies.

Seed and Fruit Mix.

Brown Rice Marshmallow Treats and Mango Pineapple Iced Green Tea Mix.

All gluten free.  All delicious.  All opened up and enjoyed well before the competition ever started.  I like to know my ingredients, really know them.  By the time the end of the month snuck up on me I had about a half cup of each left over.  No problem.  I can work with that.

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I officially declare this Brownie Week here on Midwestern Bite. Somebody remind me next year and maybe by then I will have my own brownie recipe that doesn’t stink. Or, I can just do what I did this week and make other people’s recipes. I figured with all the brownie talk, I had better end the week on a sweet spot.

A lovely reader, Mavis, left me a recipe in the comments of the first installment of The Worst Food Blogger Ever. It’s my duty as a dedicated blogger to try it out. So try it out I did!

Here is a snapshot of her recipe:

I made a few changes based solely on unpreparedness (the Husband would not be pleased, though brownies don’t yet appear on his list of basic physical needs). I was low on brown sugar, so I subbed in white sugar and molasses. Also, I was out of chocolate chips so I subbed in a chopped up Lindt bar. I didn’t measure, just chopped and dropped.

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If you missed Part 1 of The Worst Food Blogger Ever click here.  If you caught it, but want to read it again to keep the flow going, click back there too.  If you didn’t catch it and don’t want to, but still what to know what the deal is anyway, here it is: I made bad brownies.  I fed said brownies to the Husband.  I hid said brownies in the oven.  I forgot about them and accidentally cooked them again.  And now you are all caught up.  It got worse…

At this point, I really should have just learned my lesson and chucked the brownies.

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* Happy Monday!! Hope you all had a lovely weekend!! This was the only weekend the Husband and Pete and I had scheduled all to ourselves within a six week period, so we really lived it up. I mean, the Husband and I stayed up watching Lost for a good half hour after Pete went to bed Saturday night. And we split a beer. Yeah, we party like that. It was glorious. Anyway, before we get into things, I wanted to preface this post by warning you I split it up into two sections. I realized after I typed it out that it was reaaaaaaally long and if your attention span is anything like mine, you’re gonna need a break. That and my house needs a little TLC (paint touch-ups and what not) that I have been trying to get to for months now. I hope you will find it worth the wait. My mom read it and she thought it was hilarious (and moms never lie to their kids to boost their self esteem) so I feel confident you will bear with me and come back for more this week. This first installment is also a little shy on pictures, but I more than make up for it later in the week – promise.  Without further ado, I present to you why I am the worst food blogger ever

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Honey Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups.

Honey. Chocolate.

Peanut Butter. Oh my! Does anybody remember when Reese’s made Honey Roasted Peanut Butter Cups? I found them years ago (pre-Husband if that tells you anything) at a dollar store. I don’t normally buy food from the dollar store. Actually I don’t normally even go to the dollar store. But for some random reason I went, stumbled across the cups, bought one and never saw them again. Ever. It must have been fate.

When it comes to the occasional junk food, the Midwesterners are purists. Oreos? Only one kind. Doritos? None of this Cool Ranch crap. White Chocolate Reese’s Cups? Now those were just wrong. Plain Jane Reese’s Cups are the way to go. As a kid, I would evaluate my Halloween candy loot by how many Reese’s Cups were in the bag. Ten or more and it was a good year. Eight or less and some trading would have to be done. Don’t ask what happened if I had nine.

The Honey Roasted Peanut Butter Cup is different. Honey roasted peanuts are skads better than regular peanuts so it makes perfect sense. Er, made perfect sense. Cause I have never seen them again.

That’s an easy fix, though why it took me ten years to make my own I’ll never know.

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