Alternate title: Somebody Stop Me!
Hi, my name is Stephanie and I am addicted to lemons. I love their color. I love their smell. I love their TASTE. I freaking love lemon. And I desperately need some sort of help.
When I flipped to this page in my cookbook, I knew it was pointless trying to fight. I gave in and waved my white flag. And by “white flag” I, of course, mean tissue because my nose is still running like an irritating leaky faucet that makes you want to kill yourself.
Wait. Where am I?
If you’re wondering if I may have overdone it with the cranberries, why, yes! Yes, I did. In fact, I doubled the amount called for. Thank you for noticing. It could be the reason the bars were kind of, well… falling apart? It’s okay. I just put them in my mouth so I wouldn’t lose the crumbs.
I admit it. I made a couple of minor mistakes with these. Next time I’ll use a little less sugar, my lemonade won’t be so cold, and I’ll make sure my butter mixes in properly… but they were really good and, oh yes, there will be a next time. Here is the complete recipe.
So, I spent Sunday slaving over a hot stove
for an ungrateful husband cooking and baking. Along with these bars, I made another batch of cookies (which I’ll share a little later), macaroni and cheese from scratch, mashed potatoes and this chicken.
How did you spend the day?