I hate breaking rules.
I would like to attribute this to my virtue, and tell you how my conscience just won’t stand for wrongdoing. I’d love to lecture you on how rules are necessary for a society to function properly, and by following all the rules, I’m just doing my part as a good Samaritan.
Really, I am just a scaredy cat.
The thought of being admonished, even slightly, is almost more than I can stand.
As a child, I once tried to talk my mom out of attending a parent/teacher conference because a few weeks earlier, my teacher had asked me to turn around in my seat on the field trip bus. I had been turned around talking to a boy I liked, which really was the only reason I would have taken such a risk to begin with. I was so worried that this would be mentioned to my mom, that I tried to convince her that her attendance at the conference was really not necessary. Of course, she saw right through my ruse and got the truth out of me. She just about died laughing and I failed to see the humor in the situation.
That incident remains as a black mark on my near spotless behavior record. It cannot be erased.
There is, however, one place where I am willing to put my fears of reprimand aside and break the rules.
The movie theatre.
I will not pay 5 dollars for a box of Sour Patch Kids. I can’t do it. I won’t do it. It’s just not right.
I will not let the man get me down!!!!!
Anytime we are headed to the movies, I grab my largest purse and leave 15 minutes early to allow time to stop at Walmart. There, I stock up on the same stuff for about a tenth of the price.
The tricky part is when I actually get to the theater. I hold my purse close to my body so as not the allow the sound of shaking candy boxes give me away. My forehead perspires slightly. I get a little paranoid…’did that ticket taker just look at me funny? I think he knows…walk quickly…..look straight ahead’…..and finally I’m home free in my seat in the dark.
I know it’s wrong. I know.
I’d really like to say that I am sorry. But that would be a lie. And I may be a candy sneaker inner, but I am not a liar.
I’ve got to draw the line somewhere.
My personal favorite movie candies are Hot Tamales and Sour Patch kids. My husband however, is Whoppers all the way. It never changes…I keep waiting for him to get crazy and throw a Raisinettes or something in there, but it hasn’t happened. So when I saw these blondies in my Baked cookbook, I knew I had to make them for him.
2 1/3 cups all purpose flour
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1 teaspoon salt
2 tablespoons malted milk powder
14 tablespoons unsalted butter, softened and cut into 1 inch cubes
1 3/4 cups firmly packed brown sugar
2 large eggs
2 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
3/4 cup malted milk balls, coarsely chopped in a food processor
3/4 cups semisweet chocolate chips (I used milk chocolate chips)
3/4 cups toasted walnuts, chopped (I omitted these)
Preheat oven to 350. Butter the bottom and sides of a 9×13 inch baking pan.
In a medium bowl, whisk the flour, baking powder, salt, and malted milk powder together.
In the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with the paddle attachment, beat the butter and brown sugar on medium speed until completely combined. Scrape down the bowl, add the eggs and vanilla, and beat until combined.
Add the flour mixture in two batches and beat until just combined. Add the malted milk balls, chocolate chips, and walnuts and beat until just combined, about 10 seconds. Turn the mixture out into the prepared pan and use an offset spatula to spread it evenly.
Bake in the center of the oven for 25 – 30 minutes. These blondies taste delicious warm. Cut them into squares and serve with ice cream. They also taste great at room temperature. Once thoroughly cooled, cover tightly with plastic wrap and keep at room temperature for up to 3 days.
Make these with some of your leftover movie Whoppers!