Wed 21 Oct. Engaging in conversation with arriving guests while finishing the cooking tasks for our evening meal left me a little stupid about the timer that went off, and the dessert on Wednesday of last week got overcooked. And it was a new trial, too: Clementine’s butterscotch brownies. In spite of the deep crusting on the bottom and the gradual biscotti-fying of the cooling bars, I still found them utterly delicious. I single-handedly dispatched half of the outer border crust to my very insatiable belly while working through dinner cleanup. I am immune to restraint.
From the Clementine Bakery in Los Angeles. Published in the L.A. Times on 07 April 2011.
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