I blame my sweet tooth on 2 people. First..my mother. Growing up, every night, we had dessert after dinner. She baked nearly everyday of my childhood until she starting working. I was probably about 16 years old then. She always has ice cream in the fridge and mini candy bars in her cookie jar on a regular basis. The second..my husband. He is a fanatical candy eater. He goes out to buy something for the car at Menard's (a home improvement store, if you don't have any in your area) and comes home, I kid you not with like 5 bags of candy. When questioned, he tells me that it was necessary they were Easter candy at 50%. Mmph..none of them looked Easter-like to me. Nothing of the egg variety or in pink bags. Of course, who cares, right? I gobbled a good majority up quickly. OK .I take responsibility for my sweet tooth. But, only a little bit.
In this haul of candy was 2 bags of fun size Snickers Peanut Butter Squared. One bag was consumed lickity split. The other..I made these rice krispies treats. Some peanut butter, caramel and marshmallows.... yum, seriously delicious. Mom will be so proud when she tastes them. If..a whole pan can be saved to make the trip to her house.