so you know when you eat something and it totally hits the spot...and then when it's gone you're still thinking about it weeks later. (well, maybe that's just me and my relationship with chocolate.) well that's what happened with the congo bars.
my mom made these when i was visiting in early may...and here it is almost the end of june and i still can't get them out of my head. so i broke down and made them. i say 'broke down' because a) they are slightly complicated [a two step process is just beyond my 'easy' qualification]...and b) i'm pretty sure i can eat the whole pan by my self [my bike and i will be spending much more quality time together this next week to compensate].
so now the pan of deliciousness is cooling, the anticipation is killing me, and my house smells incredible. i think it's time to crack open a cold diet coke to celebrate.