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I spent the last week in Vegas for a company trip, and upon returning home late on Friday night I knew I probably wouldn’t have the energy to do much on Saturday except catch up on sleep. When a friend invited me to her house for a BBQ, I wanted to accept but knew I couldn’t go empty-handed. I did a quick survey of my fridge and knew I would have to decide between either (a) going to the grocery store to pick up ingredients to make a dessert, or (b) making do with what I had on hand, even if that meant making something without butter, eggs, or fresh fruit. I’m never one to back down from a challenge, so I darted into my walk-in pantry (aka storage room) and contemplated my options. Besides, I wanted to have a nap and going to the grocery store would cut into my precious sleeping time.
You should also know that this dilemma was further complicated by the fact that the hostess of said-BBQ was my lovely hairdresser Wendy, which meant that I couldn’t just show up; I had to show up and look half-decent. In other words, I couldn’t spend long cooking; I had to do my hair!
Hmm…what to make, what to make. I started grabbing random pantry ingredients, since the contents of my fridge were rather pathetic – a cake mix (embarrassing but true; I’m a hoarder, remember?), some marshmallows, and chocolate chips for good measure. A can of petite diced tomatoes rounded out the mix, and with my arms full I sauntered into the kitchen ready to create something edible without having to change out of my sweats to go to the grocery store.
Once in the kitchen, I surveyed my goods, and made the executive decision to make a pan of gooey bar cookie/brownies/whatchamacallits. Everyone loves chocolate, I reasoned, and a pan full of something would be less finicky to make than drop cookies. I needed all the time I could get for my nap and hair, after all.
I vaguely recalled that Hello Dolly bars are always a hit at parties, and wondered if I could replicate something similar using what I had on hand. I scrummaged around and found some shredded coconut and a bag of chopped walnuts in the freezer, and unearthed a can of sweetened condensed milk from the pantry. How this stuff gets here, I’ll never know, but on occasions like this one I’m always grateful to not have to leave my house or pick up TimBits. I preheated the oven to 350 degrees, ditched the marshmallows and tomatoes, armed myself with an apron and spatula, and got to work!
I began by mixing the dry cake mix with 1/2 c of canola oil, until it formed a dough. As a sidenote, have you ever made cookies using a cake mix? I would have probably done that, if I had eggs or butter or the desire to get dressed and leave my house.
ate 1/4 of the dough patted the dough into a 9×13″ pan that had been lined with parchment paper.
If the dough looks
glossy greasy, its because it is. No way around that one, folks. This was NOT a situation where I was trying to make something healthy; it was a situation where I was trying to make something quickly so I could do my hair.
It’s all about priorities, after all.
Once I made peace with the grease, I then sprinkled 1 c each of coconut, chopped walnuts, and chocolate chips on top of the chocolate base…
…and then poured a can of sweetened condensed milk, otherwise known as nectar of the South, evenly on top.
Sweet, sweet, goodness.
It was at this point that I stared at the pan that was before me; the pan that contained enough sugar to put anyone into a diabetic coma, and wanted to add another layer of complexity. Since I adore anything that is sweet and salty (or swalty), I recalled the chocolate covered caramel pretzel rods that I love so dearly (and therefore never make), and knew instantly that I needed to add a salty element to these bars. I dashed into my pantry again, and emerged exactly 11.27 seconds later with a bag of these beauties:
Oh happy day! I smashed up 10 or so, using the bowl from the chocolate batter base and the jar of coconut since I try to avoid doing dishes at all costs.
I put the pretzel pieces over the sweetened condensed milk, and gently pressed them in so they’d stay put. And not end up on my hips by way of my mouth, since we all know that pretzels like to travel.
I popped the whole lot in the oven, jumped in the shower, and in 25 minutes pulled a pan of pure goodness out of the oven. I left them to cool, and quickly got ready to head out.
A few hours later, after we were all stuffed with grilled chicken and fabulous side dishes, it was time for dessert.
(I’d show you a picture of the pan when it just came out of the oven, but it looks almost identical to the pre-oven shot so just use your imagination, ok?)
I nervously cut into the pan, not sure what to expect.
They cut cleanly; that was a good sign.
With the disclaimer that this was a last-minute throw together type dessert, I quickly summoned the children to do some quality control prior to placing the bars on a plate and bringing them to the adult table. The children approved – 6 year olds have discerning palates, in case you weren’t aware – and deemed them “safe” for the grown-ups.
You guys. These.Are. Awesome. They are sweet, salty, rich, and decadent. They are serious. Cut them into small pieces, or have insulin on stand-by. They were referred to as “the best dessert I’ve ever had”, and R told me the only time I could make them again was for special occasions, like winning the lottery. Yes, they’re THAT good. Make them for your next BBQ with your hairdresser, or your sister, or your neighbour, or The Bachelorette.
And while you’re at it, don’t forget to make sure your hair looks good!