Double Oreo Peanut Butter Chocolate Brownie Cupcakes… yes I did.

This. I did this.

Two Oreo cookies. A whole buncha peanut butter. Brownie mix. Sandwiched, layered, gooped. Muffin pan. Oven for 25 or so.

Freakin. Yes.

My thoughts post-operation: Might have been better with soft Oreos, so if you live in the States and have access, go for it. Next time I might dip the Oreos and milk to soften for the re-baking. A bit too hard this way. Also, I’m not sure what I did wrong, but the brownie mix stuck to the paper cups so the bottom layer didn’t work out.

Bottom line: Do it.

Only classy chocolate for the little one.

Here’s what you get when your OB-GYN is a French-Israeli: 

“Basically, just make sure you’re feeling movements. Check when you are relaxed and at peace. Make sure you feel some in a half an hour’s time and if not, after an hour, give it some Brenner*… <insert us laughing here> No, really. Give it Brenner because you don’t want to give it the regular stuff, you don’t wanna ruin its taste for chocolate with that.”

So, there you have it: An OB-GYN for worrying about movements. A Frenchman for worrying about quality of chocolate. And an Israeli for suggesting Max Brenner, of all brands. 

 

*Max Brenner, that is, or ‘chocolate by the bald man.’ Max Brenner is an Israeli who has his own gourmet chocolate line and has opened up shops across the world.

Frappuccino desperation.

When I was back in New York in May, I perchance walked into a Starbucks with some friends and noticed a new drink on their menu: this mint chocolate iced frappuccino thing. I’m all about trying new ice blend chocolate coffee things, so I did.

…And I’ve been dreaming about it ever since. Actually, salivating. I’d been wanting it since I got to New York. Since I knew I was coming to New York. But for the first two weeks of my trip, I was building up the craving… Holding out and waiting to reward myself for something.

I finally broke down today and went to the Starbucks down the block from my New York office, and I wait on line; it’s taking forever before I realized I’m on the wrong line. Then I scan the menu for the name of the drink so I can order it when it is finally my turn, but I don’t see it advertised anywhere and I start freaking out.

So I left in a huff and walked all the way… down the block, to the second Starbucks that bookends my office. For no logical reason, really, since they are all franchises. But it felt right.

I wait impatiently on line, close to breaking down, and get to the girl at the counter. She asks what I want but I cut her off and I’m like, “Do you still have that mint chocolate iced frappuccino thing?”

And I guess I  must have looked pretty desperate… I kinda dumped my hopeful order there on the counter next to the register and the fancy granola cookies.

She smiled like a caffeinated angel and said, “Yes, we do! What size?”

And I was like, letting out a sigh of relief. A real physical one. You could see the sigh of relief, like in a cartoon.

It was so gross.

But the drink was damn good and exactly what I was looking for. There’s nothing like pleasing a long distant craving.

Nostalgia is like a box of chocolates.

A coworker, upon returning from vacation, brought a box of chocolate to share today, as per the office tradition. I don’t think she realized the excitement it would cause; she’s an olah like me. We found it very cute to watch the Israelis get excited about her choice:

elite retro chocolate

It’s a retro-style box of Elite chocolate bars; Elite is the Israeli brand that brings us the series of “cow” chocolate bars. Apparently, they recognized he retro-ness and enjoyed the nostalgia.

Let’s face it; we’d do the same with Hershey’s.

Happy Australia Day!

Nah, I’m not Australian just because I’m married to one… But the Aussie I’m married to was given Lamingtons today by an Aussie coworker in hono’u’r of Australia Day this Saturday, and he brought one home for lil ole American me. Another benefit to “mixed” marriages.

The Lamington is an Australian pastry consisting of sponge cake dipped in chocolate and coconut. Here’s a Lamington recipe for the patriotic.

Australia Day Lamington