I’ve loved almost every dense, chewy dessert bar that has ever crossed my luscious lips. There is something about a good dessert bar that brings out the inner Preschooler in me who believes everything is “mine” and refuses to share. A pan of Blondies (and brownies for that matter) is just what the doctor ordered to  comfort and console a broken heart.  Lord knows I ate plenty of these anytime some “Y” Chromosome ripped my heart out and stomped on it.  They also came in handy on nights when I had to cram for an exam.  Heck, these bars come in handy no matter what your mood or occasion may be.  You might…