The world only needed one thing more, and now we’re good.
Okay, maybe that’s a tad hyperbolic. But honestly, s’mores need peanut butter like Kanye needs Twitter. Magic bars are already over the top gooey and chewy, so why not have a little mouth party up in here? The week is going to be so much more pleasant with some sugar.
These are a riff on the standard magic bar, which comes together quickly and (of course) magically with fairly few ingredients and a can of sweetened condensed milk. SCM (as we bakers like to call it) is stuff of the gods and should not be put in a corner. Nobody puts Baby in a corner.
We’re heading into birthday season in my family, and it’s always a long run. Everyone’s birthday falls between March and August, and since we all live in the same area, it’s a lot of parties and cake. Can you guess who bakes a lot of the cake? Yep. I’m cool with it.
This year, my son has requested his usual vanilla cake with…ready? RAINBOW frosting. As in, all different colors. If I didn’t love the kid so much, I would have told him in no uncertain terms that I’m not in the mood to spend the next three weeks studying YouTube tutorials on how to get a rainbow cake accomplished with the least amount of pain. At the moment, the main decision lies between fondant and buttercream, but that’s just the tip of the iceberg.
The biggest problems always center around party venue. I don’t like having the parties at home because, to put it mildly, lots of children trash my house faster than a pack of wildebeests would. So we can pay oodles of money to a bouncy place, or a nature center, or a trampoline zone. But that’s all very been there done that at this point, so I’m out of ideas. #firstworldproblems
And don’t get me started on goody bags. Just do not.
I guess all of these issues are as widespread as the age-old question of what to eat for dinner. Check out my post on the Today Food Club website and click to the left of the Facebook icon to vote for me!
If all of life’s problems could be solved as magically as a, well, magic bar, I’d be a happy kid. These are so simple to make, and they hit all my happy places!
Hey, if only party planning could be as easy as a magic bar. But we can only have so much in life! In a world with peanut butter s’more magic bars, it’s not right to complain anyway!
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.
Take a deep breath, because you’re in for a shock. Are you ready? Here goes.
I did not try a Twix bar until I was in my late twenties. No joke. Not even a bite. And though there’s usually a reason for travesties like that, I have no real reason to offer. My parents never bought them, I always wanted other candy, and it just never occurred to me to actually eat a Twix bar.
So you can imagine my grief at all the wasted years when I finally tried one. It was such a surprise. Not to shame Rolos, but why hadn’t I tried this caramel (and cookie-infused) candy? Why? Why?!
When did I start baking? I can trace it back to my junior year of college.
I’ll get into why in a minute, but I was pretty much hooked from the start. What could be more amazing than dreaming of a dessert and then creating it? Sure, back then I needed recipes (I was very reliant on them), but it was still a lot of fun to cook in my crappy dorm kitchen.
These brownies are the first ones I ever baked from scratch, and the first baked good I ever added my own spin to. I used to call them “candy bar brownies” because they are very much like that. Rich, fudgy brownies are filled with peanut butter and milk chocolate chips, with a thick layer of the same on top. They’re crazy addictive!
Camp starts next week. Thanks be to all the powers above. I’m totally destroyed.
Listen, I love being a mom. But part-time mommyhood is kind of my thing. I need to be elsewhere during the day to fully appreciate all of the stuff my kids pull, like covering the walls in sidewalk chalk or leaving raisins all over the house like animal droppings. I wish I were strong enough to handle them 24/7, but I’m just not.
Summer is a great wake-up call for me about my job and why I love it. I get to be an at-home mom for two months while not teaching, and then I can fully appreciate being with my kids all day. But man, is it ever the most exhausting job in the world. That’s why we need cupcakes!