Cookie Bars with Added Frosting

I love cookie bars.  They’ve got all the flavor of a cookie, but since they’re cooked in a dish and not all exposed to the air, they’ve got all the squidginess of brownies.  A perfect combination.  So when my birthday came up and I had an excuse to bring something baked in to work, I went with Cookie Madness’s Big Batch Chocolate Chip Bars.

But when they came out of the oven, they looked a little sad and lonely:

I couldn’t decide what to do about it, until at the last minute I decided to frost them (and was almost late to work because of it).

Much better.

The recipe that follows is mostly the same as the one on Cookie Madness, but I used the half recipe.

Big Batch Chocolate Chip Bars

  • 4 oz (one stick) butter
  • 1/2 cup white sugar, then another 1/8 cup
  • 1/2 cup brown sugar, packed
  • 2 eggs
  • 1/2 tbsp vanilla extract
  • 1 3/4 cup all-purpose flour
  • 3/4 tsp baking soda
  • 1/4 tsp salt
  • semisweet chocolate chips to taste (keep adding them until the dough looks chippy enough)

Preheat oven to 350º.

Then it’s the usual cookie routine: Mix dry ingredients in one bowl.  In another, cream together butter, white sugar, brown sugar.  Mix in eggs, then vanilla, then dry ingredients.  Stir in chocolate chips.  Spread into a greased 13×9″ pan.  Bake about 20 minutes (but check on it!).

For the frosting:

  • 2 cups chocolate chips
  • 3 cups marshmallows
  • 3 tablespoons butter

Microwave all three ingredients together in a bowl until melted, stir.  Pour on top of cooled cookie bars and spread with spatula.

Happy Spring, Everybody!

“I Taste a Liquor Never Brewed,” by Emily Dickinson:

I taste a liquor never brewed,
From tankards scooped in pearl;
Not all the vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an alcohol!

Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.

When landlords turn the drunken bee
Out of the foxglove’s door,
When butterflies renounce their drams,
I shall but drink the more!

Till seraphs swing their snowy hats,
And saints to windows run,
To see the little tippler
Leaning against the sun!

 

WHOOOP WHOOOP WHOOOP!   EEEEEEE!

The Thirteenth Tale, by Diane Setterfield

A reclusive, bestselling author commissions our heroine to write her biography.  The two women come to loggerheads about how the story should be told almost immediately.  Margaret, the biographer (no relation to me) thinks there is more to Vida Winter than meets the eye and is determined to get to the root of the mystery whether Winter likes it or not.   What is Winter’s real name?  Where did she come from?  And where is the thirteenth tale, Winter’s fabled short story that was never published?

The first thing you will notice on starting to read this book is the Gothic use of language.  Margaret is a moody and shy lady who spends almost all of her time working in a bookshop.  A couple of pages into the book, Margaret takes a couple of paragraphs to describe a billboard by the road.  What is this? I thought.  Is Setterfield trying to write a twenty-first-century Jane Eyre here?

The answer is yes.  Big, old British mansions abound in this book, alongside ghosts, storms, madness, intrigues with the servants, illegitimate children, and, of course, a fire.  The Thirteenth Tale is an homage to the greats of the nineteenth century, which it references throughout the text.  Vida Winter’s favorite book is Jane Eyre.

That ultimately causes The Thirteenth Tale some problems.  It’s a good story, with a nice mystery and a satisfying surprise at the end.  But when you position yourself that close to Jane Eyre, how can you possibly measure up?

IM IN YR LOOP UPPIN YR VAR

I have to learn UNIX code.

I’ve been putting off learning computer programming for years.  It never seemed like something I needed to do – I’m a biology person, not a computer person.  It’s my job to go look at stuff under a microscope and see if it’s glowing green or crawling out of the dish yet.  If I needed something calculated, I could always get Excel to do it, or go find a computer person and make them do it for me.

But the modern era has finally caught up to me and I need to learn UNIX and Perl so I can handle some large sets of DNA sequences in the lab.  The experience has felt something like being airlifted into Japan with nothing but a granola bar and a compass.  But it could have been worse.  I could have needed to learn one of these languages:

INTERCAL

Oh, by head.

Messing with your brain.

Noooooooo!

This one, on the other hand, makes an odd amount of sense:

LOLCODE

I CAN HAS VAR?