You know those "7-layer" bars that people make?
They're the ones with some kind of bottom crust - is it cake? is it graham cracker crust? - and then sweetened condensed milk and stuff.
Well, I've been craving them, lately.
I'm not sure why. I mean... We never really had them when I was growing up. They simply weren't in the family repertoire. So we had them from time to time - mostly at other people's houses, I'm guessing. But, still, they hold a special place in my heart. Probably due to the mystical quality of the 7 layers of stuff.
I mean... On top of the crust and the sweetened condensed milk, there are two kinds of chips (chocolate and butterscotch), nuts, and coconut. Which - because we can all do math when we're paying attention - is only 6 layers. But they're still called 7-layer bars. For me, I think the 7th layer is a layer of nostalgia.
You see, because I've been craving them, I decided to make them yesterday for dessert tonight when we were having people over.
I admit that I swapped out the graham cracker crust for an Oreo-crumb crust, because I knew that chocolate would go over well with the people who would be eating them. But aside from that I followed the recipe. And I kept thinking about how good they were going to be.
And when I took them out of the oven they smelled amazing. They looked great.
Tonight they cut easily and came out of the pan with no hassle, and I thought "this is going to be amazing."
And it was. For about a bite. And then I kind of started thinking "Wow. This is too sweet. And the texture of all the components is weird."
Okay. Yes. Over the course of having them on the table for a couple of hours I had a second one. And although I was more prepared for the taste, I actually found the second one to be a little less appetizing. I suspect that was because the nostalgia had worn off and I was eating the reality, instead of the imagined bars.
Oh, well. Nothing like ending your week by having reality come around and bite you in the bar.