I have a surprisingly low pain tolerance.
This is weird considering I have 20+ tattoos, some of which are in spots that no one should be tattooed because ouch (Here’s looking at you, knee).
That, and I take shots like a pro. In fact, I have a weird thing where I love shots. Knowing I’ll be somewhat protected from bubonic plague, leprosy, the flu, and whatever else they protect me from makes me weirdly happy. So much so that when our doctor’s office announces that it’s flu-shot time, I will giddily wait in line to be poked and prodded. Color me excited.
But when it comes to everything else? I’m a mega-wimp.
So much so, that I complain about nearly every ailment that strikes me. Headache? Hurts so bad. Stubbed phalange? Wincing in pain.
And yet, there are some things that truly hurt me mucho – like my debilitating sciatica. Dude – the worst. Or my IBS. Child, you best stay outta my way when my guts start swelling because I’ll roll all over the floor like an injured animal moaning in pain.
And then there was yesterday morning. I stood up from the computer to do a stretch – the one where you grab your hands behind your back and slowly raise them. I do this stretch multiple times a day without so much of a worry, and yesterday I felt the same until pop! Something happened and I literally collapsed to the floor and began writhing in pain.
My mom proceeds to step over me and was like “okay, gotta go, see ya!” while I’m struggling to breathe. My sister snaps, “stretch!!” but I’m rendered absolutely useless as I gasp for breath and twitch. Okay, maybe they were a little more sympathetic, I don’t know, as I was trying not to DIE.
And that’s precisely when I realized I couldn’t move my neck to one side. So I called my massage therapist and thankfully they had an open morning slot. Homegirl worked my neck, head and shoulders so good that when I stood up from my hour-long retreat into wonderland that I could actually move my head again. It was utter bliss. I’ll never take for granted full-head mobility again.
ANYWAY. Since I narrowly survived stretching, I decided to celebrate with some brownie bombs. These are Reese’s Egg Brownie Bombs which have those delectable, highly coveted Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs inside of them. Everyone loves the eggs because they have a better filling ratio, and I couldn’t agree more.
But when they’re stuffed inside of a fudgy baked brownie? HONEY CHILD, you need them. They’re so supremely fudgy and soft with that irresistible peanut butter cup filling. Plus, how festive are they for Easter?!
Make them. Love them. And don’t stretch afterwards.
Reese's Egg Brownie Bombs
- 12 Reese's Eggs unwrapped
- 1 (13x9" pan) fudge brownies baked, cooled and cut into 12 equal pieces (edges trimmed off)
- 1 pkg chocolate CandiQuik
- 2 squares vanilla CandiQuik
- 2 Tbsp creamy peanut butter
- Line a baking sheet with foil. Set aside.
- Take a fudge brownie square and gently flatten it with the palm of your hand. Wrap the brownie (tacky side touching the peanut butter egg) around the peanut butter egg, pinching and rolling the brownie in your hand to completely enclose the egg inside. Form into an egg shape and place onto the foil-lined sheet. Repeat with remaining eggs.
- Freeze eggs for about 30 minutes or until solid. Once frozen, melt your chocolate CandiQuik according to package directions.
- Dip brownie bombs into chocolate with a fork, coating completely. Remove the brownie bombs from the chocolate, allowing excess to drip off. Return to the baking sheet and repeat with remaining eggs.
- Once chocolate has set, melt the vanilla CandiQuik until smooth. Stir in the peanut butter. Drizzle the peanut butter mixture over the eggs. Allow the peanut butter mixture to set, about 10 minutes, before serving.
- NOTE: for easy drizzling, pour the melted peanut butter mixture into a plastic sandwich bag, seal out the air, snip off a tip and drizzle.
So supremely rich and decadent, everyone will love these! And how fun would it be to wrap them up in cellophane and hide them on your Easter egg hunt?!
Have a delicious day!