Naturally gluten-free and as near-as-damn-it to a healthy but actually nice tasting, and not entirely made of coconuts, avocados and dates, blondie as one could possibly make. Indeed, they have passed the all-important kid and pensioner test. You are welcome.
I’m not here to torture you. Honestly. I’m actually a pretty nice person. If you were behind me and my big old, filled-to-the-gunnels shopping cart, standing there with a pint of milk and a bag of apples, I would definitely shoo you in front of me and not take no for an answer. And, if you walked out of the loo, trailing paper from your shoe, I would quietly let you know. Because I would want to know.
Just as I would want to know of a blondie recipe that actually tasted good, wasn’t loaded down with tons of sugar, butter, and white flour, and gave me energy instead of making me feel like putting on my pyjamas and…
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