Well…..these certainly were nutty, weren’t they? What mine weren’t were in any emblematic of a volcano or crater. I must have messed up something somewhere – which kind of boggles because this recipe was about as simple as they come. I suppose someone has to be on the wrong end of the bell curve. But, the pictures don’t lie.
I, of course, made no effort to taste test these. Jamie gave it a go and ate…one. ONE. Never a good sign. I took them to work and made my colleague taste one before I set them out for public consumption. The bad news: she called them “interesting.” The good news: they reminded her a little of peanut brittle which her husband loves. She took the whole bag home to him. I never got a follow-up report and I probably won’t ask. In my mind, they went to a loving home and were gobbled up with glee. Why let the truth ruin things?
The full recipe is at the Lonely Sidecar by MacDuff. Next week: Pecan pie. This nut thing? It never ends.