I know Rice Krispies nests are an old standard for Easter, but I'd forgotten about them until our neighbor brought some to us the first year we lived here. After that we started making them at our house.
Jane's school has a store-bought-treats-only rule, but last year her heart's one true desire was for me to make these so she could bring them to her class. And I did. Because I have a small rebellious streak.*
Aw man, I think we'd better look at that face some more:
I love that face.
Where was I? Ah yes, Easter treats. It was Jane's idea to add a Peep to sit on each nest:
crispy chow mein noodles when I was a kid. I'm sure these are another well-known standard, because there were all kinds of recipes online for making them -- some with peanut butter or corn syrup or butterscotch chips mixed in -- but in the end I just melted chocolate chips in the microwave on medium power, stirred in the noodles, and scooped it into a muffin tin. Putting the muffin tin in the freezer for a moment made them easier to pop out. And here's the thing: they taste really good. Those crispy noodles fulfilled their true destiny when they paired up with semi-sweet chocolate.
in my head for years before I had a blog, I even took pictures for my imaginary blog of food I made. Some kind of head case, for sure.
*When I wrote that about a rebellious streak, I suddenly remembered sitting in a meeting, years ago, as a missionary in Japan, while two young men, also missionaries, carried on a good-natured argument about whether I was majime or wanpaku, mission slang for two types of missionaries, the straight arrows and the ones who tended to break mission rules or get into trouble. I think the one who was arguing for wanpaku was working from a false dichotomy that majime=no fun/no sense of humor and was trying to pay me a compliment, and the one taking the majime position was defending my good name.