I’ve always considered myself to be someone who follows the rules.
I mean the important ones. I’m totally OK with ripping the tags off of my pillows and wearing gobs of white after Labor Day.
But the important ones, yes. I guess that’s just how I was raised.
The down side that I have found in following the rules is that you come to expect that everyone else is doing the same. And when someone breaks the rules, it can catch you by surprise. Making that face. That ‘I totally can’t believe he/she just did that’ face.
My neighborhood has a rule that dogs must be walked on their leashes. Maybe your neighborhood has a rule like this.
So there I was yesterday afternoon walking in my little neighborhood with my little dog at the end of a little leash.
All of a sudden, a streak of pink lightening flashed and I found myself staring down the muzzle of an extremely vocal, unattended Yorkie.
She was adorned in a coordinated series of little pink bows.
She had better hair and nails than I have.
She was coming after my poor, leashed doggie and I.
I was so surprised by this development that I snatched up my dog (he has requested to remain anonymous for reasons that should be eminently clear) and began backing into the flora lining the sidewalk.
The pink bows were advancing.
I was retreating.
And my back was up against a row of cacti.
I will refer you to the seat of my yoga pants for confirmation.
The apologetic owner of this attack Yorkie showed up a few minutes later, unfastened leash dangling from around her neck.
Please see the back of my pants and the whimpering, emasculated little dog in my arms to gauge my mood.
I went home and broke a rule. I dumped some Corona into my blondies and felt good about it.
The golden, wheaty effervescence works really well with the vanilla and brown sugar.
And then I broke another rule and cut my blondies into circles instead of squares. I felt good about this decision as well.
Now I just need a new pair of yoga pants, a leash for my neighbor and perhaps a pink bow or two for my poor, traumatized doggie.
Corona Blondie Bites
1/2 c. unsalted butter, softened
1 c. white sugar, granulated
1/2 c. dark brown sugar, tightly packed
1 1/2 c. all-purpose flour
2/3 c. Corona beer (I used Corona Extra here – you may substitute another light beer, but I would recommend trying to stick with fresh, not flat, Corona. And you will want to be sure, when measuring, that you get 2/3 cup of beer and no head.)
2 large eggs
1 tsp. vanilla extract
1 tsp. salt
1 1/2 tbsp. lemon zest
Preheat oven to 350°.
Grease an 8″ x 8″ baking pan liberally with cooking spray and set aside.
In a large bowl, cream the butter and sugar together until light and fluffy. Beat in the eggs one at a time, followed by the vanilla extract.
Beat in the flour and salt alternating with the beer, scraping down the sides of the bowl as necessary. Once a uniform batter has formed, fold in the zest.
Pour the batter into the prepared pan and bake for 30 minutes or until a cake tester inserted into the center of the blondies comes out clean. Allow the blondies to cool completely before cutting. At this point you may choose to slice conventional square blondies or use a circular cutter to cut smaller, round blondie bites. I used a 1 1/2″ cookie cutter to make my bites. The scraps, of course, went to the house.
YIELD: 12 blondie bites