I kind of have to come clean about something.

Back story: I got into a tiff with M yesterday over the fact that he didn’t bring me back a present from his business travels last week or leave a note for me to find after I got home from Los Angeles Sunday night. I was just annoyed that we missed seeing each other because of our travels. I know, I’m a brat.

So at some point during our fight conversation, when M pointed out that I probably didn’t bring home anything from Los Angeles for him either, I may have hastily blurted out a little white lie and told him that I had.

Even though I hadn’t.

Oops?

So, now I’m telling the truth. And to make up for my on-the-spot deception, I baked M a treat.

I’ve been meaning to make blondies forever, but the baking bug has eluded me. No longer. Halfway into melting butter and reading the instructions, I realized I had no eggs. Oh well, flax eggs work well too right?

The batter was so hideous I didn’t take a picture of it. Brown and almost slimy thick. Yuck. I hoped it would bake up better.

The apartment smelled unbelievably buttery. It was like a caramel candy shop up in here. Thankfully, the blondies turned out pretty yummy, like a giant chocochip cookie.

It must’ve been all the guilt love I baked into them.

I sliced them up into teeny squares to put in the fridge and while I went to take a picture of them in the tupperware, I nearly knocked the the entire batch out the window. My squeal scared the poor little kitties.

No fear, my quick reflexes saved the day.M, if you want some blondies, they are in the fridge. After you eat two, please give the rest to the Blockbuster guys. I need to fit into my bridesmaid dress for Kayla’s wedding in three weeks.

And please accept these blondies as my apology for picking a fight.

xoxo,

Jenn