Let me put on my Captain Obvious hat for a sec, but being lazy is really awesome.
For weeks I’ve been putting off a true “lazy day.” Most of the time I get bit by the productive bug and have to do something, whether it’s vacuum like a mad woman or run around doing about 502 chores at once before I can settle on the couch and be “lazy.”
Note: the last part–the lazy part–never truly happens since I’ll inevitably spot dust on the TV and grab a rag to clean it off before sitting back down again and feel the gravitational pull of the dirty dishes whisk me into the kitchen to bathe them.
I mean, being clean and hygienic is awesome and stuff. I love having a clean house with crumbless, sparkling tile counters and hair-free floors. But a house like that requires upkeep like, every other day in order for us to not die of pet-fur inhalation. Gross? Yup.
And call me crazy but I just have the hardest time relaxing when I feel like I’m growing my own tail from the collection of loose dog hair. Or when my brother doesn’t clean up his chicken nugget crumbs off the stove-top. I mean really. I fret about this.
The good news? I’d make a wonderful housewife which is perfect since I’m now unemployed (again) and in need of a non-job-job where I could cook and bake and clean all day and wear sparkly things as my business attire… or yoga pants.
The bad news? Being lazy irks me. I can’t do it. I promised Jessie I’d wear my new yoga pants all day one day but when he mentioned running an errand (read: in PUBLIC) I couldn’t do it. I can’t be lazy in public. I can’t be lazy ever. I’m genetically deformed. I must find time in between vacuuming and baking cookies to blame my parents.
But today–TODAY I vowed to be unapologetically lazy.
And I was.
I didn’t do a damn thing except shower (a perfectly lazy day starts best when you’re clean) and walk Mannie. Everything else–lazy. Wrote my store list in my jammies. Ate my garlic chicken pizza in my yoga pants. Neglected my makeup and hair primping in favor of watching The Soup. And I guarantee I’ll eat a fat bowl of this stuff in front of the tube later.
Oh yeaaaah. And I made Buckeye Bars. Everyone’s doing it… and probably while they’re wearing yoga pants to boot.
I’d nevah heard of a ‘buckeye’ until Jessica cooked up her version and I wanted to give it a try, as well as seeing them take over my Pinterest feed. Chocolate and peanut butter baked or made together somehow? I’m pretty sure everyone in my household will carve out some lazy day time to stuff their faces with these.
1 pkg devil’s food cake mix
1 stick butter, softened
1 & 1/2 cups peanuts (I used dry roasted), roughly chopped
1 (14 oz) can sweetened condensed milk
2/3 cup creamy peanut butter
1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Lightly grease a 9×13″ baking pan with cooking spray and set it aside.
2. In a large bowl, stir together the cake mix, butter and eggs until a soft yet thick dough forms. Make sure you incorporate all the dry cake mix powder and resist the urge to use anything else to help it bind–it has to be this thick! Stir in ONE cup of the peanuts. Spread 3/4ths of the batter into your prepared pan, using your greased hands or a greased spoon to help spread it into an even layer.
3. Meanwhile, whisk together the peanut butter and sweetened condensed milk until creamy and blended. Pour the PB mixture over the top of the chocolate layer. Take the remaining chocolate batter and drop it on top of the PB layer in small blobs.
4. Bake the bars for approx. 25-30 minutes or until the center is set and the edges look browned. Do not overbake, as the bars will continue to set up once removed. Allow to cool completely, then cut into bars and store covered.
Have a great rest of your weekend, and HAPPY NEW YEAR! Any resolutions worth noting? One of mine is be lazy more often