250 gr Flour
2 tsp Baking powder
1 Pinch salt
175 gr Chocolate chips
250 gr Creamy peanut butter
1 tbsp Sugar
250 ml Milk
1 tsp Vanilla extract
For the topping: Mix 125 gr sugar + 1 tbsp unsweetened cocoa powder + 45 gr soften butter + 2 tbsp finely chopped peanuts
Recipe: Preheat the oven to 180 degrees and lightly grease a 23×13-cm pan. In a bowl sift the flour, the baking powder, the salt, and the chocolate chips. In another bowl beat the peanut butter, the sugar, the egg, the milk, and the vanilla extract. Lightly stir this preparation into the other one.
Meanwhile prepare the topping and put it aside. Spoon half the batter into the pan and smooth, sprinkle half of the topping, spoon the other half of the batter and cover with the remaining topping. Bake until risen and golden for at least 30 minutes.
Trick or Treat: Don’t eat straight away! Once cool, unmold the cake, wrap it and keep at least one day.
Dedicated to: All the Americans I met at the “Peanut Bar”, bar known for serving peanuts in big baskets and attracting a loooot of Americans.
Customers were very interesting: nice young men, all with a safe job mainly in the US Army, all clean-cut guys with a witty sharp look as bomber pilots. But the real bombs were us, beautiful Italian young ladies. We had all the Americans we wanted – even two per night – just by jumping around and making the first eye contact. But how to choose the best “product” in this real “love supermarket”??
Easy, me and my friend decided to open the United States map, count the States, and collect them all! Just a kiss was enough to “have” a State so the only thing to do was to ask: “Hi, where are you from?” Ah, Hawaiiiiiiiiii, OMG I need it! Or “Hi, are you from the South or the North?” Oh, Texas, sorry I already have it…
So we collected Alaska, South Carolina, Maine (oops, I only remember his red cap, not even his name…), Rhode Island, Nebraska, and many others. Sometimes we had “doubles” like it happened with Mr California (B, btw you were the best and we still remember you!) and we just exchanged them like baseball cards.
All of my “States” just kissed me goodnight at the front door of my apartment and not all of them deserved a big cake in their face, maybe this is why it was a great experience: Nostalgia please go awaaaay!
Thanks C, without you I would have never discovered the Peanut Bar!