Beanie Baby Brownies

No… I’m not talking about these guys baked in brownies!

 

But all us, 90s kids, remember Beanies Babies! Oh my goodness, they were, like totally rad.

Anywho, I’m talking about these guys, hidden in a delicious brownie treat.

I know, I know. Black beans in brownies? Hmm, no thank you! But wait! These brownies actually taste rich, chocolatey, and amazing (!). Seriously, you cannot even tell there’s beans in them.

Beans are a good source of protein and fiber, so you can feel good about eating this dessert as a healthy treat.

Be adventurous and try these Beanie Baby Brownies! Yum!

beanie baby brownies

Ingredients:

1 can black beans, rinsed

1/2 cup sugar (I used brown sugar)

3 tsp water

1/2 cinnamon

1/2 tsp salt

2 eggs

1/2 tsp vanilla extract

Directions:

Preheat your oven to 350 degrees F. Lightly grease a 8 x 8 baking pan. Place all ingredients in a blender, Magic Bullet, or food processor and blend until completely mixed. You don’t actually want to find whole beans or bean chunks in your brownies. Pour the batter into the prepared baking pan. Place in the oven for 25-30 minutes, or until slightly firm in the center. Remove from oven and cut into squares, any size you’d like. Technically, this should make at least 8 brownies, but you can cut smaller pieces.

Now, share with all your friends and family! Bask in the goodness!

 

 

Milk and Cookies

Darling,

stop

inviting hitchhikers over for milk and cookies,

their smell stays long after they are gone,

stuck on our white couches and matching cardigans.

The carpet gets soggy as the warm rain keeps us awake

underneath the bridge and crystal chandelier.

The walls blow away when the bomb explodes during prayer time.

It scares the puppies each time.

The screaming as the water rises, entering the gaping mouths…

it all gives me nightmares.

I have nothing to say to them,

Darling.

We are out of milk and cookies.

 

 

Broken T.V.

We drive 3 hours to buy a T.V.

with a broken screen, to watch cooking shows at dawn,

when the bats fly back to their caves and under bridges

that we traverse,

secretly fearing that it will crumble,

the river below

swallowing us whole, taking our bodies,

still strapped with our life-protecting seatbelts,

out to the ocean

for the sharks and octopi,

to play…

but we don’t think about this as we stop

for breakfast sandwiches and black coffee

on our way to buy a T.V.

with a broken screen

to watch cooking shows,

at dawn,

even though we don’t have electricity

in our apartment

and

I don’t even know how to toast bread

without burning it to a crisp,

yet we drive and drive and drive

listening to disco music

and thinking about the journey back.