These are good, reeeeally good. But try eating them after a sugar fast. No, of course this story isn’t about me, I haven’t lost my mind. My cousin Lani came over the day after I made these. This girl only eats 40 grams of carbs a day. 40. Do you know how much that isn’t? One banana has 27 grams. Twenty-seven. You are a rock star, Lani. A 13-pounds-lighter rock star. I bow to your self-control. Excuse me while I go take a bath in browned butter. Anyway. You should have seen her freak out over the tiny bite of these blondies she had. She took the rest of the bite that was in her hand and shoved it in Sandi’s mouth. “I can’t eat this! I can’t eat this!” Although I’m guessing it could have been cardboard with sugar sprinkled on it and she still would have flipped. In other news, 5-month-old Truman just owned my brother Eric in a staring contest. Nothing like the will-power of a being whose main pastime is staring to beat you down. Also, Sandi’s mom and dad just arrived from out of state for a visit. Sandi’s mom had only been here for about 2 hours before the house was cleaner than it has been the entire summer we’ve been here. And there are two stay at home mom’s living here. Is this a skill you pick up once you become a mother-in-law? Maybe there is hope for me. Probably not.
