A couple days ago, I attended what I thought was going to be the first day of my last semester in college.
Unfortunately, I didn’t pass math last semester. And since I was super duper smart and saved my worst subject for the last possible minute, I’m pushed behind in my education in having to retake it.
Problem is, my school considered my failed math class as a pass during the time I needed to register for another class this semester… so I missed registration andddd was forced to crash a class on Monday.
It’s general courtesy that if you’re crashing a course, you don’t take a seat and instead, offer the seats to people who are actually in the class. Makes sense, right?
So when I got there, I took a seat since the class was empty. As it started filling, I gave my seat up to an enrolled student and opted to stand.
Meanwhile, as I stood, there was this rather large and greasy man sitting in the front row, eyes trained on… me. I felt like a piece of pizza in a heated turnstile. Guhhhroosssss. I figured if I got in the course, I would make a mental note to never sit near Pizza Fingers.
In walks an older woman and a young girl with a cast. Both hobble by Pizza Fingers and he just stares at them as they talk about how they both need to “sit up close.” Just. Stares.
Then, when the teacher came in, she immediately asked everyone trying to enroll to raise their hand–and up went the gnarly hand of Pizza Fingers. He wasn’t even in the class, yet he didn’t even give up his seat to two women in need of a seat.
So until I found out that (sadly) I didn’t get the class, I stood in the front giving Pizza Fingers the evil eye. Then the unchosen ones were released and as I walked out, Pizza Fingers sauntered up to me. I could smell the grease a mile away.
“Hey. Bummer we didn’t get the class, right?”
I stared into his beady pepperoni eyeballs and said, “bummer that some people are too indecent to give up their seats to those in need.”
To which Pizza Fingers replied, “we were there first.” And at that moment, I realized I was speaking to a giant talking greaseball and that was kind of out of character for me since normally, the only weird things I talk to are myself and my dogs. Also, who talks to greaseballs, and if anyone around me ever saw me associating with one, they’d probably start judging me and dude, I was not about to be judged for talking to a wad of dumb.
Then I came home and made some Oatmeal Cookie Carmelitas. They kinda sorta rocked my world. If you’ve never had them, carmelitas are an oatmeal and brown sugary flavored bar topped with gooey, rich caramel and sprinkled with more oatmeal crumbles. Usually, carmelitas have little chunks of chocolate sprinkled in there, too, but I wanted a super golden bar without chocolate. Feel free to sprinkle them in if you like them!
1 (17.5 oz) pkg Betty Crocker Oatmeal cookie mix
1 stick butter, softened
1 jar caramel sundae topping
Sea salt, if desired
1. Preheat oven to 325 degrees F. Liberally grease a 13×9 inch pan with cooking spray and set aside.
2. In a large bowl, combine the cookie mix, butter + egg with a rubber spatula. Press 3/4 of the mixture evenly in the bottom of the pan. Bake for approx. 17 minutes.
3. Remove the pan from the oven and pour the caramel sundae sauce on top; spread to even out. If desired, sprinkle with sea salt. Crumble the remaining 1/4 cup oatmeal cookie mix on top of the caramel. Return to the oven and bake for another 17-19 minutes or until caramel is bubbly and the oatmeal crumbles on top are light golden brown.
4. Allow pan to cool for several hours before cutting into bars. Store leftovers at room temperature for 2 days.
These bars are so gooey and chewy and totally awesome! I don’t know why I’ve never tried a carmelita before, but now I’m hooked. And using oatmeal cookie mix makes them SO easy to whip up!! You’ll love them!
Have a wonderful day!