I warn ye, unwitting gawkers, that this here post be dedicated to food porn, because I was downstairs having moments with these bars like you would not believe.
As mentioned the eve preceding the present, Man-thing has taken upon himself the burden of ice-cream making, since his lazy wench is content to observe from afar in this matter. Nevertheless, I thought I’d start the post by sharing a special photo of his creation.
In view of the above creation, and in celebration of our new toy, Man-thing and I have invited the in-laws and sister over for after-dinner pudding at our lair tomorrow night. In order to accompany the nutty ice-cream (a CCK creation), I decided to get rid of plums we have in excess and spent some sly hours trolling the internet. As always, I came full circle back to CCK’s website when I came across her Raspberry Cobbler Bars. Yeesh, I cannot express how difficult and nauseating it is to try find an accompaniment to ice-cream cobbler form that isn’t stuffed to the teeth with butter and calories for Christmas. These cobbler treats seemed just what I needed to give oomph to mister man’s proud accomplishment, and the fact that they’re delicious and colourful and amazing? Oh, just simple side-benefits secretly engineered to blow.your.mind. Disbelieving looks? Scoffing in the audience?
So, essentially, I’ve been made the prison prag of this divine dish. Qualms? None. Bliss? Absolute.