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Peanut Butter Snowballs

or “How To Eat More Peanut Butter Than Can Possibly Be Good For You”

Did you ever read “Taste of Home” magazine?My mom used to get it when I was a kid. It has these little cut out recipe cards and a hidden toothpick in each issue.  A few years ago Dave’s aunt gifted us a subscription to it. What a blast from the past. My mom clipped a lot of those little recipe cards, and many of those recipes have become traditions in our family.

Exhibit A: Peanut Butter Snowballs. They make an appearance at least twice each holiday season. This picture that I lifted off the internet is the same picture that is on that little recipe card. Only I think the card has a little peanut butter on it too.

When I wanted this recipe yesterday, instead of calling Mom for the 8th time that morning, I googled it. “Peanut Butter Snowballs.” Sure enough, there it was, the second resutlt…at Taste of Home . com. The recipe looked exactly as I remembered it. But then I noticed one little detail at the bottom.

Peanut Butter Snowballs published in Taste of Home December/January 1995, p29

1995? Seriously? 15 years ago? That was before my big tall 14 year old brother was even born! That means he has been eating these peanut snowballs his whole life. He doesn’t even remember a time pre-snowball. Heck, I hardly do.

15 years of peanut butter snowballs. Way to go, Taste of Home.

So, here’s the recipe for you. And here’s to the next 15 years. Cheers.

  • 1 cup confectioners’ sugar
  • 1/2 cup creamy peanut butter
  • 3 tablespoons butter, softened
  • 1 pound white candy coating, coarsely chopped

In a bowl, combine the sugar, peanut butter and butter. Shape into 1-in. balls and place on waxed paper-lined baking sheet. Chill for 30 minutes or until firm.

Meanwhile, melt the candy coating in a microwave-safe bowl. Dip balls and place on waxed paper to harden. Yield: 2 dozen.

Laughably easy. I’ve been making these since I was 10 years old. I may have missed a few years in college, but my younger brothers picked up the slack. And while I made a batch for my little family here in Tennessee, this year my little sister made them at my parents house. Welcome to the club, Emma. You must be 10.

 

 

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