On Friday I started off a post with a line about serving something healthy. Well…
On Saturday morning I woke up to one nasty-ish email with reference to that line. It went something like, “You should ALWAYS serve something healthy… the name of your blog says so… this is false advertisement…take me off the subscription list, etc…” EEEK! She was pissed.
I wrote her back, I apologized, and I took her off the list.
If I had a nickel for every time I was asked, where’s the diet food, I’d be a thousandaire. Hence the tag line, Not a Diet-Food Food Blog.
When I started out this blog I thought that only my sister and one other friend would read it. I thought that the only people who attracted visitors to food blogs were The Pioneer Woman, Smitten Kitchen, and a couple of other well known bloggers. Basically, the blogs that I followed.
Therefore, the name Diethood was a reflection of me and only me. The name had nothing to do with my recipes. It was merely a play on words that I came up with years ago about the way that I ate; constantly counting calories, carbs, fats, but always eating… Swearing by new diets where I would never have to give up on my sweets, and promising myself the same old promise; This is the last weekend I am having sugar! Yeah. Okay.
So, to those that mind the name and feel that I have falsely led them to a blog that doesn’t reflect the name, I am sorry. I really am. Soon I might even have a new blog name because I don’t want anyone to feel misled. And quite frankly, I am tired of receiving emails such as the one on Saturday. Maybe I’ll become “The Food Blogger Formerly Known As (insert weird looking food character here)”
Now that I got all that off my chest, we can move onto some sugar.
How about a shortbread crust smothered with caramel, sliced apples, and peanuts? Or better known as Taffy Apple Shortbread Bars. My taste-tester, which was my mom, fell in love after just one taste. She’s a harsh critic, so her criticism, or lack thereof, was a nice surprise. She couldn’t stop at just one bar, either. Neither could I. Self control did step in and I didn’t inhale the rest of the batch. I shared.
Worst part about these bars was waiting for the caramel to set. It took about 4 hours before I could cut into it without the caramel oozing down the sides. Not that that’s a bad thing, it’s only a personal preference. I just wanted to feel some resistance from the caramel and crust when cutting into the bars.
If you decide to make these, I would advise you to go with either salted peanuts or, if you don’t have salted peanuts, sprinkle some sea salt over the topping. Another thing would be to not omit the lemon juice. You will be quite happy with the hint of lemon paired up with the salty caramel and tart granny apples. There’s plenty of butter and sugar in the crust, and when you put it all together it just is very very good. No, it’s amazing. You’ll see.