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Vanilla Bean Caramel Blondies -- What I Bake When I Need to Hold Something Good

March. Purim is next week, and I am making hamantaschen again — a second batch, because the first batch was consumed at the school bake sale with a speed that suggested either genuine appreciation or acute sugar desperation, and either way, more are needed. I make them in the kitchen on Saturday morning with the radio on — NPR, which is what plays in this kitchen, always, because Ruth Feldman does not cook in silence and does not cook to music that doesn't inform. The hamantaschen are poppy seed and apricot, as Sylvia made them, as I have made them for forty years, and the kitchen smells of butter and vanilla and I am, for these Saturday morning hours, completely happy, which is a state I experience less frequently now but which I recognize when it arrives and hold carefully, like a bird that has landed on my hand and might fly away if I move too suddenly.

There are rumors of a virus — something in China, something spreading, something that the news is covering with the particular urgency that the news reserves for stories that are either catastrophic or overhyped, and I cannot yet tell which this is. I am a teacher and a grandmother and a caregiver, and my risk calculus is different from a person who is none of these things: I am in a building with two thousand teenagers who share air and germs and water fountains, I visit my grandchildren who are under six, and I care for a sixty-nine-year-old man with a compromised immune system. I am paying attention. I am not panicking. These are different things.

Marvin does not know about the virus. I have not told him because the telling would serve no purpose — he would not remember it, and the anxiety it might produce would be real even if the understanding is fleeting. I protect him from unnecessary information now, the way you protect a child, which is a comparison I hate making but which is accurate, and the accuracy is part of the grief: my husband, who read the New York Times every morning for forty years, now needs to be protected from the news. I read the Times myself. I keep the worry. I make the hamantaschen. The triangles are perfect. The filling is exactly right. Some things I can still control.

The hamantaschen go to the children, to the bake sale, to anyone who needs them — that is their purpose, and I give them freely. But I always keep something back for the quiet, and this year what I kept back was a pan of vanilla bean caramel blondies, because the kitchen already smelled of butter and vanilla and because a blondie, done correctly, is a thing that holds together: dense and golden and exactly what it promises to be. In a week of news I was carefully rationing and worries I was carrying alone, that kind of reliability felt like something worth baking toward.

Vanilla Bean Caramel Blondies

Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 28 min | Total Time: 43 min | Servings: 16 bars

Ingredients

  • 1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, melted and slightly cooled
  • 2 cups light brown sugar, firmly packed
  • 2 large eggs, room temperature
  • 1 vanilla bean, split lengthwise and seeds scraped
  • 1 tsp pure vanilla extract
  • 2 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1 tsp baking powder
  • 1/2 tsp fine salt
  • 1/3 cup thick caramel sauce, plus extra for drizzling
  • Flaky sea salt, for finishing

Instructions

  1. Preheat and prepare. Heat oven to 350°F. Grease a 9x13-inch baking pan and line with parchment paper, leaving an overhang on two sides for easy removal.
  2. Combine butter and sugar. In a large bowl, whisk the melted butter and brown sugar together until smooth and glossy, about 1 minute.
  3. Add eggs and vanilla. Whisk in the eggs one at a time, then add the vanilla bean seeds and vanilla extract. The batter will thicken slightly and look silky.
  4. Incorporate dry ingredients. Add the flour, baking powder, and salt. Switch to a rubber spatula and fold until just combined — do not overmix.
  5. Layer the caramel. Spread half the batter into the prepared pan. Drizzle the caramel sauce evenly over the surface. Dollop the remaining batter on top and gently spread to cover, swirling slightly so thin ribbons of caramel remain visible.
  6. Bake. Bake 26–28 minutes, until the top is deep golden and a toothpick inserted in the center comes out with moist (not wet) crumbs. The edges should be set; the center will firm as it cools.
  7. Finish and cool. Remove from oven and immediately drizzle with a little additional caramel sauce, then scatter flaky sea salt over the top. Cool completely in the pan before lifting out by the parchment and cutting into 16 bars.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 285 | Protein: 3g | Fat: 13g | Carbs: 41g | Fiber: 0g | Sodium: 110mg

Ruth Feldman
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Ruth Feldman
Week 206 of Ruth’s 30-year story · Oceanside, New York
Ruth is a sixty-nine-year-old retired English teacher from Long Island, a Jewish grandmother of four, and the keeper of her family's Ashkenazi recipes — brisket, matzo ball soup, challah, and a noodle kugel that has caused actual arguments at family gatherings. She lost her husband Marvin to early-onset Alzheimer's and now cooks his favorite meals for the grandchildren, because the food remembers even when the people cannot.

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