As much as I love to make fancy desserts, I prefer to eat slightly more, er, pedestrian ones. When it comes to sugary treats, give me the greatest hits. Chocolate and caramel make my heart sing, an entire bag of wine gums is my idea of luxury, and chocolate and peanut butter? Well, I can’t think of anything better. When it comes to dessert, I don’t show up to be challenged, I show up to play. I want something that is simple and pleasurable. Something over-the-top but blissfully familiar. I want something like these Peanut Butter Sesame Bars.
I have a soft spot for pink desserts. I just can’t say no to them. And it’s kind of strange because I wouldn’t say I’m an overly pink-loving person. I don’t own much pink. But if you give me a sleeve of pink macarons, I will squeal with joy like a preteen at a K-pop concert. I’m not proud of this reaction, it’s just a fact. So when I put the finishing touches on these very pretty in pink Strawberry Marshmallow Cookies, I was pretty much beside myself. And when I tasted them, well, proud doesn’t even begin to cover it. They are so good and I just can’t wait to tell you all about them. So let’s get into it!
I think it’s safe to say these Peanut Butter Bombes are not good for you in any traditional sense. They aren’t keto or paleo or refined sugar-free. What they are, though, is the taste of joy. A pure and utter indulgence that makes you tingle from toes to nose…that might also be the sugar. There’s no way to tell. I made these with my father in mind. Peanut butter is pretty much his life’s blood at this point and he’s also an ardent fan of caramel and potato chips. So naturally, I turned his favorites into a bombe because a bombe is pretty much three desserts in one. And I will break each layer down in detail and you’ll see these bombes are nothing to fear.
When it comes to dessert, I have terrible taste. And by “terrible” I mean trashy. Sure, I may make fancy desserts, but deep down all I want are wine gums. A bag of Sour Patch Kids is the fastest way to my heart. And for that reason, I don’t think I’m cut out for adulting. I seem to be downright rubbish at it. This year for my birthday, I classed it up a bit and ask for my weight in these fancy gummies in lieu of a birthday cake. But if I do find myself in the mood for a dessert that has actually seen the inside of an oven, 9 times out of 10 it will be a warm brownie situation. And these Hazelnut Brownies with Frangelico Ice Cream are the best warm brownie situation I could dream up.