As I mentioned in the post below, one of the activities that I had planned for yesterday was to make Rice Krispie bars with the kids. What I didn’t take into account was that A. I would be tired (and giddy) after my ultrasound, and B. I also had to prepare for a talk I was giving to a Moms’ Group in the evening.
It was a very distracted day.
I was determined to make those darn bars, however, and hauled out the ingredients in the half hour I had before leaving for my talk. Was this wise? You tell me.
The girls took turns cradling the sticks of butter—three sticks, the weight of our baby—while I scanned the recipe on the back of the marshmallow bag. Meanwhile, Angela kept sneaking marshmallows one-after-another off of the counter; the dog kept rattling around underfoot in search of droppings; and the clock kept saying tick tick tick.
“Let’s see,” I hurriedly tried to double the proportions in my mind because we like our Rice Krispie bars thick. “¼ C. of butter doubled translates to…”
My thoughts were still on the weight of the baby and my talk and the noise of the Wii boxing match in the room next door.
“Girls, unwrap four sticks of butter and pop ‘em in the pan!”
That’s right. I used four sticks of butter when I should have just used one.
The melted marshmallows bubbled and frothed and were yellow with all that butter fat. Confused—but still not getting it—I tossed more marshmallows into the pan and hoped for the best. It was only until later, much later, that I realized what I had done.
The verdict?
“Mushy but good, Momma!” Cate chirped.
And I’ll have to admit that she was right.
Ad Jesum per Mariam,
My DH can sympathize (and he doesn’t even have preggy hormones and giddiness to excuse his math mistake): this weekend, he was making pancakes, and (of course, AFTER he had melted the butter and poured it into the batter) he decided to check with me on the amount of butter. The recipe calls for 2 tablespoons. He asks from the kitchen, “a stick of butter is one tablespoon, right?” Yes, he put in TWO STICKS thinking it was two tbs. He salvaged it, and we ended up with enough (buttery, but delicious) pancakes for the whole week, so it wasn’t too bad, but it did make me giggle at him a little.
Too funny, Margaret! At least they were still edible.
What beautiful ultrasound pictures. I love seeing those!
Janet
It’s hard to go wrong with butter. To me it seems to be the one ingredient that can always work itself out in the end.
I’ll have to remember this project when I’m a little further along so Princess can get a better idea of how big her little bro/sis is inside my tummy.
LOL! That’s fantastic! Isn’t it amazing what they’ll eat? My word verification is se quide…french perhaps? I hope it’s something nice. I’m going to have a talk with mine after the mold comment. 🙂
FOUR sticks? That sounds like a Paula Deen recipe. 🙂
Pregnancy brain at it’s best! I don’t imagine those marshmallows were able to stick to the pan at all. I remember when the recipe used to call for a half stick of butter, then it was cut to 1/3, and then to 1/4.
Mmmmm! Rice crispy treats, southern style! Did you serve them with sweet tea or RC cola?
now I want rice krispies! But there’s snow falling (like 6 inches) and I can’t get the materials!
I haven’t met a kid that didn’t like butter! Mine sometimes whack some off the end and instead of putting it on their bread, they eat it whole! Bless you for getting the bars made!
Your ultrasound pictures are just beautiful! I am so happy for you that everything is going so well. You are half way there!