Don’t know about you, but I try not to buy honey roasted peanuts too often. Why? Because when I do, the whole container goes into my mouth.
They are addictive as all get-out. That sugar-salt coating on each peanut is beyond. So you can imagine what happens when they get dipped in milk chocolate and hardened into clusters. #anarchy
To be perfectly honest, I made a batch with the full intention of sharing. Then my family fell on them like they were going out of style, so I hid a few. It might not be dignified, but it’s necessary.
We all have moments that lack dignity, and that’s just the human experience. For instance, I got into a somewhat public fight with somebody a few weeks back and it was not really resolved, so now we’re in that super-fun standoff that adults employ where they ignore one another with intention. It’s a shame, and it’s not dignified, but it’s human.
I rarely lose my temper, but when I do, it just comes out. In my opinion, it’s far better to get those feelings out and get over them than to bottle them inside. It’s not easy to offend me, but when it happens, watch out. I get very angry, and fast.
The good news is, I’m very forgiving. Really. After my initial bout of anger, I typically feel like moving on almost immediately. The problem is, the person I’m arguing with might not feel the same. So the standoff continues, and I just sort of go along with it because, really, it’s easier than dredging things up and then maybe having another fight.
I’m only talking about this because these moments occur so rarely in my life that when they do, I find it traumatic. And what better way to get over trauma than to blog about it? I don’t typically go around fighting with people. I’m pretty even-keeled. So when it happens, I have a really hard time coping with the aftermath.
If I have to, I’ll cope with honey roasted peanut clusters. They’re easy. Take a look!
I also like these as a snack option because they have that protein from the nuts, so they’re not a total nutritional loss. And, I mean, chocolate. Mood-booster! Especially on those hard days.
We can’t be perfect all the time, and I think it’s probably best we forgive ourselves for our lapses in being the best version of ourselves. It’s yet another hard part of living in this world with a sense of responsibility and dignity. Hey, at least there’s chocolate.
Line a cookie sheet with a silicone baking mat or parchment paper. Set aside.
Pour the chocolate chips and oil into a microwave-safe bowl. Heat the chocolate chips and oil in 30 second intervals, stirring between each interval, until the combination is smooth and melted. Do not overheat.
Stir in the honey roasted peanuts.
Drop the chocolate in spoonfuls onto the prepared baking sheet. Chill for 30 minutes.
Store in an airtight container, preferably chilled.
I fulfill many roles in life: wife, mother, teacher, everlasting learner.
This site is dedicated to one role that expresses my creativity in ways that I find consistently challenging and rewarding: baker.
Inventing new ways to enhance food, especially if that food involves chocolate or peanut butter (or both!), is a passion of mine. I look forward to sharing my ideas with you.
Does the world need more dessert with peanut butter cups? Duh.
I’ve been on a banana kick this summer, and it’s probably just me making up for lost time. I barely posted any banana recipes in the first two years of the blog, so this summer it’s just bananas all the time. Plus, I don’t like to keep them on the counter in the summer. The bugs, they will come.
Plus, this feels like the right time to write about this cake. There’s a slice of it on my desk in my new office, and I’m looking out at the tree by my window and contemplating happy thoughts. Why not add a moist banana cake filled with both peanut butter cups and peanut butter chips to the mix? A gluten-free one, might I add?
Big cookies are better than regular-sized cookies. But mega cookies are the BEST.
I can’t think of anything more tempting than a giant cookie. They always look so good in bakeries, like the antidote to a gloomy day or a sleepless night. Or both.
Back in high school, I had a bit of a dirty secret. You see, my parents never packed me lunch. I guess they trusted me to do it myself, just like they trusted me to change the sheets on my bed or do homework instead of watching reruns of Family Matters. Sorry, but I still think Urkel is kind of hilarious.