Brownie Whoppies with Salted Caramel Filling for Baby Steena

Today my sister is turning 25 years old. I feel like it was just yesterday when my dad and I picked out the prettiest little baby dresses to take to her in the hospital. I feel like we just made potato boats and sat on the carpet at the coffee table to watch Milo & Otis. I feel like I just saw her slurping pink milk out of her fruit loops bowl and singing the littl' bits song. How did she get to be 25?!? What happened to our bunk beds? What happened to those dumb matching outfits?

My sister put up with a lot from me growing up, I would make up crazy stories to tell her, I buried her in stuffed animals, I busted her lip with a belt, I made her run away with me and pretend we were the boxcar children. I burned her socks in the microwave and dangled chuck from dangerous heights. Then once we were a little older I would borrow her clothes (even though they were way too small) and would kick her out of my room when my friends were over, because obviously she wasn’t cool enough. 

Man. If only I knew, who would end up being the cool one...

My little sister has this life thing down.
She is SOOOO good at it. She’s perfect. Graceful, brilliant and effortlessly gorgeous. The definition of FUN. She even looks stunning when she is mad. (Haahhaaha) I really don’t know where she gets all the energy she has to do everything she does and stay up on the cutting edge of everything. Her hair also looks amazing. She’s the best. I envy her really... maybe more lot than a little. My favorite person on the planet. My rib that protects my heart.
I mean… I can still cook circles around her. But what is that good for anyway... except sabotaging people’s diets!! (and when I say "people", I mean "someone", and when I say "someone" I mean "one size 4 person", and when I say "one size 4 person"… I mean  -- "my sister"!!!!
See all these delicious things... they're made for packing junk in the trunk....

Dense chocolately cookies and creamy sweet-salty caramel filling. I'll have nine. We're celebrating right!!? Birthday Calories Don't Count.

Happy Birthday Baby Steena!! I love you more than a fat kid loves cake!

 Adapted from: Donna Hay
12 ounce chopped dark chocolate
3 TB Butter
2 Eggs
2/3 Cup Sugar
1 TS Vanilla
¼ Cup Flour
1 TS Baking Powder

1 Cup Butter
2 Cups Powdered Sugar
1/3 Cup Caramel
1 TS Fancy Salt

Melt 8 oz. of Chocolate and the 3 TB of Butter in a double broiler, stirring over low heat. Set aside to cool
Beat the Eggs, Sugar and Vanilla in a stand mixer for about 15 minutes, until pale and creamy.
Add Flour and Baking Powder.
Mix in the melted chocolate and the remaining 4 oz. of Chopped Chocolate.
Let stand for 10 minutes.
Spoon about a tablespoon of the dough onto a parchment lined baking sheet and bake for about 8 minutes, or until puffed and cracked.
Allow to cool completely.
Make the Salted Caramel Filling by beating the butter and powdered sugar until light and combined, add in caramel and salt and continue to beat until combined.
Spread filling onto the cookies and sandwich together.
Share with someone you love.

1 comment:

  1. This was amazing! I need some of these cookies :) come to SD now :(