Here’s a list of things I hate about going to the gym in the evening (hint: these all revolve around Long Island’s finest, steroid-packed, short-bald-overly-tan-blown-out-of-proportion-long-shorts-wearing men over 40).
What is it with those guys? I hate it:
- When these men feel it is within their rights to blatantly stare at any woman who is innocently (or not so innocently, in some cases) trying to work out, but it’s particularly disturbing when these woman could be their daughter’s age. Enough with the creepy in-the-mirror eyeballin’, guys. It’s gross.
- When these men (or to be fair, any man, woman, or child) places a sweaty towel on a machine, thereby “claiming it” until the end of time, and then stands next to said machine for 15-20 minutes shouting to their equally as tan, short, and bald friends about the young women they are currently ogling. Can I use that machine to work out, or do you need to continue to stand next to it whilst I desperately try to avoid making eye contact? Also–I can hear what you are saying, and I don’t appreciate it. This iPod does not make me deaf.
- When these guys lift gigantic weights way too fast, for an entire four reps, and then violently throw them to the ground so that every innocent bystander is forced to admire how heavy their weights are. Or, to give me a heart attack because that 50 pound plate just bounced past my foot.
- And of course, there’s the women who don’t appear to come to the gym to work out, but to socialize. To be fair, I wear a good amount of tight spandex, so that’s not my gripe. It’s when they stand (stationary) on the cardio machines or next to these overly tan guido-dads in the free weight section, either talking on cell phones or flirting, that drives me nuts.
- I am aware that this sounds like a series of badly-written stereotypes, but this really is what the gym experience is like from 6:00pm to close. The mornings are full of grandpas and moms, and it is heaven.
Whew. Had to get that off my chest, man. I think this is partially the reason that I have grown to love running outside so much more. What are your least-favorite gym gripes?
Anyway, back to something we’d all like to discuss.
Brownies, that are more like squares of fudgy and caramelly heaven with a hint of banana.
Use the coconut caramel sauce from yesterday, or any other caramel sauce recipe/premade stuff you can get your hands on. I don’t think it’ll make much of a difference.
I slightly adapted these brownies from my banana nut brownies, and took out the nuts and baking powder for (seriously, guys) the most fudgy and gooey brownies ever. And the banana just took it to the next level.
Caramel Fudge Brownies
- 2 ripe bananas (I actually used three weirdly small bananas)
- 1 egg
- 1 t vanilla extract
- 1/3 C coconut oil (vegetable oil or butter would be fine)
- 1 C sugar
- 1/2 t salt
- 3/4 C unsweetened cocoa powder
- 3/4 C flour
- 1/2 C semi-sweet chocolate chips
- 1/2 C caramel sauce
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees and grease a 8″ square pan.
First combine the banana, egg, vanilla, and coconut; then add in the remaining ingredients except the chocolate chips and caramel. Just gently let the mixer (or do it yourself) mix it up until just combined–don’t over mix!. Fold in the chocolate chips and pour into the pan.
When I say “pour” I really mean alternate between scooping it into the pan and into your mouth. Oh my gosh golly gee I can’t resist unbaked brownie batter.
Or any chocolate at all, to be honest.
Before baking, dollop some big spoonfuls of the caramel over the top (five scoops for me–one in each corner and one in the center), then swirl it into the brownie mix with a butter knife.
Bake on the middle rack for about 30-40 minutes. Because of the caramel, these may need to cook a bit longer. They’ll also still look pretty gooey in some places even when they are fully baked.
That’s the magic of these brownies.
Let them cool in the pan, then divide into 16 brownies, eat three, and store the rest in the fridge.
They are best at room temperature, when their gooeyness is at its most…gooey.
Fudge. In caramel-brownie-banana-chocolate form.
(And by the way, though the banana is definitely noticeable, it’s a brownie first and banana second. Have no doubt).