I’ve made a lot of healthier dessert recipes on the blog lately. But sometimes, you just have to indulge. And this is one of those moments. These brownies were worth every calorie and gram of fat ingested and all the sweat needed to work them off.
Brownies are already rich and decadent but the blueberry ice cream takes it to a whole new level. It makes sense really. I’ve had chocolate covered blueberries and love them and this recipe reminds me a lot of those.
I found a recipe for Ice Cream Sundae Brownies on Picky Palate and was intrigued by what ice cream would do to the texture and taste of the brownies. Picky Palate’s version doesn’t just add ice cream, but also adds chocolate sauce and all the other goodies in a classic sundae.
I didn’t want all the chocolate sauce and other stuff, but I wanted the ice cream. While perusing my ice cream collection, I found the perfect flavor. Haagen Dazs’ blueberry crumble. It made me think of a blueberry brownie dessert made by my friend limer35 which he posted on instagram that just had me drooling.
I really love the taste of freshly baked bread. If it’s the result of my own labor, that’s even better. But I don’t have much patience and so I don’t make my own bread often.
I love coming across easy bread recipes that don’t require a lot of waiting around. I came across a recipe for 40 Minute Hamburger Buns and was in the kitchen the next day making it. It’s 40 minutes start to finish including baking time. Pretty impressive.
One of the many things I was most looking forward to eating in Paris were French macarons. While French macarons can be found in virtually every pastry shop in Paris, the two most famous stores are Laduree and Pierre Hermé (not to be confused with Hermes clothing, which DH kept mistaking one for the other).
I was most excited about trying Pierre Herme’s macarons and we made out first visit within 24 hours of landing in Paris. We would be back multiple times during our trip.
On our first visit, we went to the Patisserie on Bonaparte, which is a much bigger location than some of the boutiques which only carry macarons and chocolates. There was a small line outside the door and I knew I was in the right place.
Right away, I could see what all the fuss was about. Rows upon rows of brightly colored macarons filled the display case. It felt like Christmas. I was originally thinking of getting some chocolates or other goods, but it seemed every single person was in line for the macarons only, so I soon followed suit.