back at it.

... you can't get rid of me that easy, I'm afraid.  

While summer slipped away far too easily, I have found myself back in Dublin just in time for the sun to disappear and the wet and the wind to make themselves comfortable. That's ok, I don't really mind. Sure, after three months of sun and heat, a girl can get tired of idyllic weather and long for the quiet, muted greys of an Irish autumn. 

Right? 

Anyway. 

Cure for all weather-related (could I even go so far as to say life-related) woes is baking. 

Today calls for blondies and chocolate and peanut butter whoopie pies. 

Oh yes, I went there. I added butter and sugar and bourbon and love to the mighty peanut butter and made it even mightier. 

I was obviously too excited (read: hungry) to take any pics of the 'pies post-assembly. Which means if I want to show them to you I'll have to make them again. Too bad.