Sunday afternoons are a time of relaxation and experimentation for people like me. When the house is empty and the air is still, I love nothing more than to start fooling around with my Great Grandmother's recipe book.
This particular Sunday, I had no access to this book. Boredom closely by my side, I broke out the Jif peanut butter jar and did my best to alter their classic recipe.
Crunchy Peanut Butter Chocolate Chips were the delectable morsels I produced. They were slightly sinful. I made enough to feed a small province in Africa, and the dishes were satanic as well. I also managed to burn the entire palm of my hand as well as the majority of the tip of my tongue. I blame the entire situation on the absence of the cook book and lack of 'adult' supervision.
lol sounds like you are having a fun summer!
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