Even no-baking the peanut butter caused a near-mutany at my house:
My son: Mom? :holding nose: Are you finished with the peanut butter? It stinks.
Me: Almost finished, sweetie.
My son: :still holding nose: You know I'm allergic to peanuts, right? And...they are smelling up the house.
Me: Yes, I remember that you are allergic to peanuts. These treats aren't for you.
My son: :still holding nose: Okay....Do you have something I could use to pinch my nose so I don't have to smell the peanut butter?
Me: Uh, no.
My son: :still holding nose: You should take that peanut butter outside.
Me: I'm almost done. I promise.
My son: :still holding nose: Maybe I'll go outside...
This continued until I had sealed the offending peanut butter away in the refrigerator.
These bars were pretty good, although given the grief my son gave me for the duration of this project, I doubt I'll make them again. I hope my friend liked them, though. She is totally worth all the complaining.
GRS is a hoot!! Tell him not to try plugging his nose with a clothespin like MMK did when AKK was enjoying a peanut butter sandwich. The pain was worse than the smell ;)
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