Fudgey brownies stuffed with Reeses peanut butter cups and topped with a chocolate and peanut butter chip peanut butter oatmeal cookie layer! These will blow your mind!
Just a heads up: This is a really long post with a lot of pictures and a far-too detailed story about a really dumb thing I did last week. So buckle up.
Ha. Buckle up. That’s funny….
You’ll get that in about 7 years when you get to the end of this post.
First off, let’s get a bit of a background story going.
I drive a Mazda CX7, and I love it – p.s. But before we purchased this black beauty back in March of this year, I drove a black Mazda 3. Oh and my husband stills drives a black Mazda 3. No a different one than the one I drove. Yeahhhhh, we had two of the exact same car. Apparently we have a black Mazda fetish. This is number three, I think they should be paying us by now.
My Mazda 3 was a cute thing but it had one major issue. The clicker button thingy that unlocks and locks the car? Well it locked all of the doors except for the driver’s door. Very inconvenient. So each time I got out of the car I slid my hand across the handle to flip the lock from the inside. I drove that car for two years so this became a pretty steady habit.
Now to present day. The other day
I drove my CX7 to school to take an exam for my psych class. Only, they don’t let you take anything into the testing center except for your drivers license and anything else has to go in a locker. So as I was getting out of the car I thought, hey here’s a bright idea, I’ll just leave everything but my license in the car so that I don’t have to go get a locker! (this is where you imagine my smug look of self-pride for thinking ahead)
In the movies that look is always a precursor to something very ironic, so I’m sure you see where this is going.
It took about 2.7 seconds for me to realize that my keys were locked in the car.
Awww mannnn….. Guess I’ll call my husband to bring me a spare key (head hangs in shame) Wait. My phone…..is in the car. GAHHHH! Inside I traipse to ask for a phone and the kid at the help desk tries to be really helpful by suggesting that I find the police officer who babysits campus to unlock my car with one of his cool car-opener-thingy’s. Genius! I won’t have to call my husband after all!
I wish that were the case. Because we found the police officer, and he was really so nice and totally willing to help (for 15 bucks!) but after 20 minutes of futile attempts, he claimed that none of his legal-car-breaker-into-tools would do the trick.
Back inside I traipse to call the husband. Once again, head hangs in shame.
Then comes that moment of panic when you realize that this is the 21st century and you haven’t bothered to memorize a phone number since you’re pre-k days. Seriously. It’s a lost art. How do I not know my husband’s cell phone number??? This is disgraceful.
Thankfully, that very morning I had to fill out some paperwork and it asked for my husband’s contact information. I didn’t have the paperwork with me, but the info was still vaguely swimming in the back of my mind so after 5 or 32 attempts to get it I finally got . . . his answering machine. Kill me.
I tried a whole bunch of times but he wouldn’t answer gosh dang it! So I left a message explaining my predicament and offering a plea for assistance, and left to take my exam. When I finished the exam (totally aced it p.s.) I gave him another call and he FINALLY answered. At last! He was on his way with a key.
Bless his heart.
Okay was that story long enough? I’m skipping the part where he showed up and razzed me about leaving my keys in the car (ahem… again…..) so that I can tell you real fast how obsessed I am with these Bazooka Bars. Oh my word. At the end of a lock your keys in your car kind of day, these are just the thing to restore peace to the universe. Trust me, I would know. And it’s no surprise because have you seen these things??? A dense fudgey brownie stuffed with Reese’s peanut butter cups (heaven right there) and topped with a chocolate and peanut butter chip oatmeal cookie layer.
Woah. Enough said.
- 4 ounces unsweetened chocolate (or semi-sweet chocolate chips)
- 1 cup butter
- 3 eggs
- 1 1/4 cups sugar
- 1 teaspoon vanilla
- 1/4 teaspoon salt
- 1 cup flour
- 12 Reeses regular size peanut butter cups, unwrapped
Oatmeal Cookie Layer
- 1/2 cup creamy peanut butter
- 1/2 cup brown sugar
- 1 egg
- 1 1/4 cups rolled oats (not instant)
- 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
- 1/3 cup peanut butter chips
- 1/2 cup milk chocolate chips OR semi-sweet chocolate chips
- Preheat oven to 350. Line a 9x9 inch pan with foil and spray with cooking spray.
- In a medium sauce pan, melt butter and chocolate over medium heat and stir until smooth. (This can also be done in the microwave in a microwave-safe bowl. Stir every 30 seconds to make sure it doesn't burn)
- Transfer metled chocolate to a large bowl. Add eggs and sugar and mix until smooth. Stir in vanilla and salt. Add flour and mix until just combined.
- Pour 1/2 of the batter into prepared pan. Gently press peanut butter cups into the batter. Pour the rest of the batter over the peanut butter cups. Bake 30-35 minutes until an inserted toothpick comes out mostly clean.
- In a medium bowl combine peanut butter, brown sugar and mix until smooth. Add egg and mix again until smooth.
- In a small bowl whisk together oats and baking soda. Add oats to wet mixture and mix until combined. Stir in peanut butter chips and chocolate chips.
- Drop teaspoon-sized dollops of cookie dough onto the baked brownies. Continue to do this until the dough is gone or the brownies are completely covered.
- Return the pan to the oven for about 10 minutes or until cookie layer starts to brown slightly.
- Allow to cool completely before cutting into bars. Store in airtight container at room temperature (or chilled) for up to 5 days.
Brownie layer adapted from My Baking Addiction.