It's totally not my fault. Well, it totally is my fault. I got my first catering gig (by asking for it - heh) and then proceeded to put off doing anything about it until the night before. I chose something I remembered from childhood, something cheap to make, plentiful, and relatively quick.
And gag-inducingly sweet! This is the list of ingredients: peanut butter, unsalted butter, powdered sugar, mixed up. Chilled. Dipped in melted semi-sweet chocolate chips slicked by a tablespoonful of vegetable oil.
And they were a hit! I had people asking me to put it in the next issue of the paper! So what could I have done? I did it.
I did, however, editorialize in the recipe that if I were to make them again, just for myself, I'd cut the sugar AT LEAST by a third, and use bittersweet chocolate.
Heck, I sent the leftovers home with the kids. Perfectly kid-acceptable stuff.
If you tinged the peanut butter red it'd also be coolio for Halloween.
Oh, and Kady, if you read this - we have cooking club tonight! Lamb for all!
On another note, my husband has, for the first time, let me use his iPod! I am enjoying his song selections. Ooh! David Bowie! Eep! Styx! Huh? Dust in the Wind? Honey, your iPod says this is the Eagles, when everyone knows it's Kansas...I mean...oh...