My mother used to make......chocolate-covered peanut butter balls, with crispy rice inside. I tried to make the same dessert once when she was out, and tried to melt down six chocolate bars in a pan. I ended up roasting the chocolate into the pan, after which it became a burnt, solid mass that became as much a part of the pan as the cast iron itself.
After crumbling Rice Crispies to a fetid pulp in an attempt to mix them with the peanut butter, I made some roundish balls and dipped them into the chocolate that remained liquid for a time.
The finished result was a plate of oily, flattened blobs coated in chocolate-colored charcoal. I threw the pan out in an attempt to get rid of the evidence. I flushed the inedible food.
The things did not degrade in the plumbing, and plugged everything up. Fortunately, the mess did resemble something that should have been found in there, anyhow. Unfortunately, my mother kept the three of us little ones on liquid laxative for almost a week.
I suspect my brother still hates me for this.
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After crumbling Rice Crispies to a fetid pulp in an attempt to mix them with the peanut butter, I made some roundish balls and dipped them into the chocolate that remained liquid for a time.
The finished result was a plate of oily, flattened blobs coated in chocolate-colored charcoal. I threw the pan out in an attempt to get rid of the evidence. I flushed the inedible food.
The things did not degrade in the plumbing, and plugged everything up. Fortunately, the mess did resemble something that should have been found in there, anyhow. Unfortunately, my mother kept the three of us little ones on liquid laxative for almost a week.
I suspect my brother still hates me for this.