*Although I prefer Diet Coke to the real thing. So I would order it even if the calories didn’t matter. But you get the idea.I really wanted to make brownies. (Not that that was a rare occurrence.) So I went to the store and bought some brownie mix. (Again, not unusual. Why bake from scratch when Duncan Hines and Betty Crocker were born to do it for you?)I thought I’d be somewhat ‘healthier’ and use applesauce in ’em, as advised by the “low fat” recipe on the back.Despite my general aversion to making low-fat desserts, I was pleased with the resulting batter.And because now it was ‘better for me,’ I took that as a sign I could just eat MORE of it.*
*Let’s take a moment and shake our heads in communal “I’ve been there” acknowledgment.Of course, my ‘Diet Coke’ [better, yes, but still not actually good for you] were soon met by their (figurative) triple bacon cheeseburger.Because, yes, I took the low fat brownies and decided that I might as well swirl half a jar of homemade Butter Toffee Peanut Butter in them.I mean, wouldn’t YOU? Look at this stuff. Butter. Toffee. Peanut. Butter. Two butters for the price of one.
Side note(s): the low-fat recipe was actually really good (the parts I could taste that didn’t get the peanut butter in ’em)…
…and yes, I did plate the brownies just for photographing and then return them to the pan.