Marfigs' Munchies

Adventures in vegan eats and feats

Plum and strawberry cobbler bars

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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?


This is just the beginning. Don’t be fooled by the charming but innocent chopped strawberries and plums, nestled deeply in applesauce-oats madness, slashed with agave, made sparkly with sugar. Oh yes.


Ninja kick! If oozing slivers of strawberries that resemble the innards of one’s mortal enemy isn’t enough to get the blood pumping, then I suggest you walk away now.


I think it’s rather sweet how some parts of the crust are so well contained and modest. Just look at that and think contained flavour of NOM.


I should probably step back and let you see more of the bars…except I don’t want to. Just look at that wing of bliss, reading to be smushed against the tingling tongue.


Perhaps I simply delight in red because my thoughts are rather violent after a few hours down-time playing Skyrim after work. Or maybe it’s just so darn tasty/pretty.


The smells these bars were making was so intense I literally stopped mid-way down the stairs to snuff as deeply as I could.


It may look like I’ve been finger painting but this is pure delicious mess and joy on the baking paper. I cut 12 slices, but what is 12 when each slice is round 80kcals, if you’re counting? I suggest you don’t count, because there is no stopping these bars once they come in your proximity. They will breach the barrier of your mouth and you will love them for it.


You know what I see when I look at this? Big gooey slices of vegan cheese layered in between the plums and strawberries, melted down to sultry perfection. Would that not, be honest now, be the bestest cheese and jam sandwich *ever*?


Just keep that image in your mind. Scroll back to the top, re-evaluate yourself, scroll back down.bitesonomres

So, essentially, I’ve been made the prison prag of this divine dish. Qualms? None. Bliss? Absolute.

Author: Marfigs

Ahoy, I’m Margaux! History teacher and freelance editor; wench to my Man-thing; volunteer at a cat shelter; and handmaiden to our kitsy cats, Gatsby, Freyja and Atlas. This blog is dedicated to vegan food, occasionally overthrown by pictures of foster kittens and other fluffy creatures. I love sharing ideas and recipes, so don't be shy: stop by and say hi!

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