52 Glorious Sundays: The Sookie Stackhouse

It has been nearly a month since the culmination of True Blood season 5, but for some of us, the loss (or more accurately, huge gain...in time not spent sitting in front of a television) is still too recent. So, when the topic of vampires and werewolves came up at a dinner with friends, there were those of us who jumped on the opportunity to talk HBO smut like a baby vamp jumps on a Fangtasia virgin in dark eyeliner. As the stouts and white wine flowed, and meat--hot off the grill--glistened in candlelight, the conversation invariably turned to sex (this is HBO people!!!)

...and of course, we all have our thoughts, vamp, wolf or otherwise. I think we've all pretty much ruled out faeries entirely. Let's face it: weird lights, creepy mannerisms, crazy-high fertility rate and the possibility of birthing dodecatuplets that call the attention of every blood-sucker on the globe with their scent alone?...mmmm, no thanks. Even the fangers sound better than that--assuming you're Sookie. But despite their sizzling sex-appeal on screen, they are corpses nonetheless. They don't even produce body heat. Just think about that for a moment.

Yuck.

Werewolves, on the other hand, are as hot-blooded as they come. AND they don't have that annoying disfunction with sunlight that maintains the attraction of many a sad, pale teenager; meaning you could actually go on a date (assuming you aren't the one on the menu) in a place where everyone won't look at you like a ham sandwich. Also, you could probably hold down a normal job and generally be a more social and valuable member of society keeping the sun's schedule (considering you are still looking for a life outside of a supernatural's bedchambers). Plus the fur...and flannel...AND the scent of fresh pines...and, and, ok...you get an idea of who I'd choose.

Also HBO official wallpaper

ANYWAY....

As we were discussing these delightfully trashy, fantasy issues, we just so happened to be eating this little dessert you may have heard of...once, in the distant, far reaches of your Pinterest folders, buried in the first pins you ever pinned. SLUTTY BROWNIES... Yes, it's all coming back to you now, that instant your eyes widened and your sweat and saliva flowed at the very idea of that decadent heart-attack waiting to happen in your kitchen. I pinned it too, oh yes, but out of some forewarning since of guilt over this indulgence I knew would destroy me, I immediately pushed the thought to the furthest corner of my mind, never to be brought up in my own apartment. However, there it was, absorbing the energy at our buddies' dinner party, and beaming its warmth and seductive joy at us in layers of chocolate chip, Oreo and brownie. Of course I couldn't resist. And so, I ate those Slutty Brownies made by my good friend, Kavi...and I took some home, which my husband and I ate at 10 o'clock the very next night. So bad....but oh, ...so good.

The girls, heckling and toasting success.

And that is how this dessert blog idea came to be...(not with the leftovers, but right then)...What better way to combine two amazingly sinful indulgences into one? A True Blood themed version of Slutty Brownies....I call it (but what else?) The Sookie Stackhouse!!!! And so, we promptly scheduled a lady date or girls' night in, in which we could drink and bake and talk steamy, monster man preferences to our hearts' content!

And THIS is what we came up with:

So, there is the simple version of our baking process, but what would a True Blood themed bake night be without a satisfyingly dramatic kitchen fire?

I hope this doesn't do permanent damage...as we spend the first three minutes gasping tipsily and taking pictures of the inferno raging in my tiny apartment.

Ok, please don't judge me, but I thought it might be a neat idea to turn the oven to broil (just for a minute!!!) in order to quickly melt and bronze the white chocolate chip & coconut topping...you know, to give it that blonde look.

Turns out I don't really know much about how my broiler works. However, I do think that encrusting our creation in a molten topping shield of ash was actually the secret to a very moist cake underneath. In fact, I would say it is detrimental to creating the perfect "Sookie Stackhouse". I highly recommend it.

We re-topped it of course, tough we were a little oven-shy of trying to melt it again. Clearly, though, it did not spoil our evening. Indeed, just the opposite.