BYOBrownies: Pumpkin Spice Bars with Caramel Frosting

Time to celebrate fall at Chip Chip Hooray! I finally broke out the pumpkin, and oh my gosh, did my kitchen smell good. I’ve been waiting to make these pumpkin spice bars since October of last year, when a lovely friend of mine (hi, Manhattan!) brought them to homecoming at my alma mater. With the advent of autumn, they were the first treat on my must-bake list. And I had an even better reason to feature them today…

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Brownie-Cookie Surprise Cake: My Take on the “Slutty Brownie”

Baked goods are spiffy. You know who else is spiffy? My friend Erin over at The Spiffy Cookie. So when she needed a few guest posters to hold down the sweet fort while she’s away being science-y, I was more than happy to step up!

A soft cookie bottom and a fudgy, chocolatey brownie layer, all sandwiched together by a crumbled Tagalong Girl Scout cookie filling–it’s clear that this little cake packs a punch that puts the much-hyped slutty brownie to shame.

Stop kidding yourself. The end of your week is just calling out for some layer cake with questionable morals–go get the recipe!

"The most dangerous cake recipe in the world…"

Well, it’s another manic Monday. Although my day way bookended by events that normally would bum me out (namely, (a) my eyeliner broke at 6 a.m. so I looked either extremely ill or like an insomniac all day long and (b) the LIRR had massive delays system-wide thanks to a stall in the tunnel, so I had to make a mad dash via an express subway to Brooklyn and hope I made a different connection there [I did]), I am still flying high from my awesome weekend.

Why so awesome, you ask?

Well, my delightful college roommate sent me a message at 11 p.m. on Friday night, putting forth the proposition that we go back to campus to visit. The next day. As in, I would get on a train in eight hours and come meet her in NJ and we’d head to PA together.

Now, those who know me well know that I am not a spontaneous girl. My nickname in high school among my friend group was The Planner (yeah; not very catchy) because if I didn’t pick a time, name the place, and call everyone, nothing would ever happen. To quote a line from a scandalously overused Broadway musical that’s stuck in my head thanks to Glee, “I make lists in my sleep, baaaaaby.”

But on Friday, I asked myself, “Why the hell not?” I had no plans this weekend. I haven’t seen my roommates in forever. And it just sounded like fun. So I threw some clothes in a beach bag, grabbed a few hours of sleep, and hopped on a train at 7:30 the next morning en route to good old alma mater.

I think I need to start incorporating more impulsiveness into my life. We surprised a bunch of people who had no idea we were coming, braved a monsoon just to get from campus to the car, and ate pizza and chocolate eggs at 3 in the morning. Glorious, simply glorious.

Anyway! In honor of my college throwback weekend, I’ve got a Monday night treat for all of you who might not be riding the wave of happiness that I’m lucky to be surfing. Courtesy of the very same college roommate who convinced me to step outside my box of routine…

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