These chewy Maple Pecan Blondies are pure fall comfort — rich brown sugar, real maple syrup, and buttery toasted pecans in every bite. Quick to make, dangerously easy to love, and topped with a sprinkle of smoked salt for that sweet-meets-savory magic.
Brown your butter until it smells like nutty caramel gold. Pour into a bowl and cool until liquid but not solid. (Think melted ice cream, not frozen brick.)
Preheat oven to 350°F and grease an 8x8 pan. Don’t skimp—you don’t want blondie fossils stuck to your pan.
Whisk the flour, salt, and baking powder together. Park it off to the side like the boring kid in gym class.
Beat the egg for about a minute, then add brown sugar and whip until fluffy—“Southern pageant hair in the 80s” fluffy.
Stir in cooled brown butter, vanilla, maple extract, and maple syrup. Beat until creamy and smooth.
Fold in the flour mix until just combined. Toss in ½ cup pecans like you’re sneaking extra crunch into the batter.
Spread into your pan, then sprinkle the rest of the pecans over the top.
Bake 30–35 minutes, until a toothpick comes out mostly clean.
Now, here’s the magic—finish with a pinch of flaked smoked salt. Not table salt. Not “I bought this at Dollar Tree” salt. Actual smoky flakes of awesome.
Cool if you can. Or cut early, deal with gooey collapse, and brag about it anyway.
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Notes
Storage:Once they’ve cooled completely (if they even make it that far), stash your blondies in an airtight container at room temperature for up to 4 days. Keep them longer: wrap them tight and freeze for up to 3 months — just thaw on the counter when the craving hits. Tips:
Brown that butter. Don’t rush it — those golden bits at the bottom are where all the flavor lives.
Use real maple syrup. The fake stuff tastes like regret and broken promises.
Toast your pecans. A few minutes in a dry skillet wakes up their flavor and adds that perfect crunch.
Don’t overbake. Blondies should be chewy, not crumbly — pull them out when the center still looks a little soft.
Cool before cutting. I know, patience isn’t fun, but warm blondies fall apart faster than a church committee.