One morning after church as a 7-year-old, I danced around in my pink floral dress, announcing to everyone in earshot that I was going to San Diego to see my grandparents’ dogs. Not my grandparents… Their dogs. A white Scottish terrier named Kilty and a black on named McDuff. Small and soft, they wagged their tails and licked my chin when I scratched their fluffy heads, and I happily obliged every chance I got.
We loaded up the minivan, including plenty of goldfish and juice boxes for the 8-hour road trip, and my brother and I quietly read library books and played “I Spy” in the backseat. But when Mom pulled off the freeway and led us upstairs to a room at the Howard Johnson Hotel in Anaheim, my bottom lip began to quiver.
My parents smiled and said, “Surprise! We’re stopping to take you to Disneyland tomorrow!” and I promptly burst into tears.
I loved Disneyland. (And I still do!) I collected signatures from Minnie and Pooh, begged to ride the Tea Cups at least 5 times (despite Dad’s spinning-sickness), and posed for pictures in front of Sleeping Beauty’s Castle. I sat for silhouettes on Main Street, dangled my feet over London on Peter Pan’s Adventure, and tugged on Mom’s arm to ask for a Mickey Mouse balloon.
But I hated surprises.
So Daddy called his parents on the hotel phone and, after I wiped away my waterworks and blew my nose into 15 tissues, let me say hi to Kilty and McDuff. I promised to pick out a Christmas ornament for my grandparents at the park, and they agreed to stand at their garden gate with the pups when we drove up their street.
I really enjoyed the next day at Disneyland, but my parents and I learned a big lesson from that trip: do NOT surprise Amy. Ever.
Well, okay. Unless it involves chocolate. Like when I gobbled up this surprise dark chocolate honeycomb from my high school friend. Or when my guy surprised me with gourmet dark chocolate truffles and my favorite 6-layer fudgy chocolate cake.
Then I’m completely giddy, excited, and 200% content.
So when I stuck a Rolo surprise in the center of my ultimate ooey gooey brownies… Bliss. Utter bliss. Seriously, guys. Rich, dense, fudgy squares with melty chocolate and caramel in the middle. This surprise will blow you away—in the happiest sort of way!
|Ooey Gooey Rolo Brownies|| |
- 1 cup (120g) all-purpose flour
- ½ cup (40g) unsweetened cocoa powder
- ¼ tsp baking powder
- ¼ tsp salt
- 2 tbsp (28g) butter, melted and cooled slightly
- ¼ cup (42g) dark chocolate chips, melted and cooled slightly
- ¾ cup (144g) granulated sugar
- 3 egg whites
- ¼ cup (60mL) skim milk
- ¼ cup (60g) plain nonfat Greek yogurt
- 1 tsp vanilla extract
- 16 Rolo candies
- Preheat the oven to 300°, and lightly coat an 8”-square baking pan with nonstick cooking spray.
- Lightly spoon the flour into the measuring cup, and level with a knife. In a medium bowl, whisk together the flour, cocoa, baking powder, and salt. In a large bowl, stir together the melted butter and dark chocolate chips. Mix in the sugar. Add in the egg whites, milk, yogurt, and vanilla, mixing thoroughly. Add in the flour mixture, stirring just until incorporated. (It’s okay to have small lumps in the batter!)
- Pour the batter into the prepared pan, and press 1 Rolo into the center of where each square would be. Bake at 300° for 25-29 minutes (closer to 25 minutes for more ooey gooey parts; closer to 29 minutes for a fully fudgy texture). The brownies in the center may not be set. Cool to room temperature on a wire rack. Let the brownies set for at least 2 hours once at room temperature before slicing into squares with a sharp knife. (Optional, but highly recommended: Reheat individual brownies in the microwave on HIGH for 5-8 seconds to warm up the caramel center!)
Use dark chocolate chips, not semi-sweet. The semi-sweet will make the brownies much milkier.
Do NOT substitute brown sugar for the granulated. This mutes the chocolate flavor of the brownies.
Regular plain nonfat yogurt can be substituted for the Greek yogurt.