Josh and I argue over what to call these delectable bars. We’ve done google searches, and as a result, I think I’m definitely right, but Josh is still not convinced.
But no matter what Josh calls it, it’s still wonderful to plop on a kitchen stool and watch my industrious husband make them.
He’s always made them (probably because I can’t read his chicken scratch on his recipe) and is quite proud of that fact. He has a basic recipe he follows, but is continually adjusting the ingredients as needed. He has promised me, however, to figure out the exact recipe one of these times so that in an emergency, I can make them too. 🙂
Did I tell you?
THEY. ARE. DELICIOUS.
Just ask my sister Irene, who benefits from them also, as we often make them when she comes down for a visit. 🙂