Giant Mallo Cups
Some of you may remember that I used to live out in the country across the street from a field of cows. And then over the Summer we moved to a bigger city with a real neighborhood with people and driveways and stuff.
Well.
Things have not been like I expected.
Did you know that not a single person has come over with baked goods or a gift basket to say hello?
I’ll tell you who DOES know this. My husband. Because I may have mentioned it once or thirty sevenish times. It’s quite disappointing because here I am, finally a real adult with my own driveway and neighbors and houses all around, and no one even cares. So either TV shows lie, or I live on the worst street in all of the land.
Anyways. I’d been thinking for a few months days, and finally announced to my husband yesterday that I plan on delivering carefully packed goodie baskets of homemade treats to my neighbors for Christmas.
And then I got in trouble a little bit.
First off, he wanted to know why I wanted to spend my time and energy making things for people I don’t know. So I tried to explain to him that it’s what people do at Christmas time, be all giving and selfless and such. BUT THEN he’s all telling me how I get stressed out every December and I take too much on and he doesn’t want to listen to me complain because I’m still up at midnight baking cookies and wrapping mini loaves of pumpkin bread for the neighbors.
So I was like DUH, I love baking, I have a baking BLOG, EVERYONE knoooooows I loooove to bake so you are crazy sir husband.
Then he brought out the big guns.
“Yeah well I don’t want to spend our money on ingredients for neighbors that you’ve complained about ignoring you since we’ve moved in”.
Which, the first part of that sentence I sort of didn’t understand. Because I pay for my baking ingredients with invisible money, it doesn’t count as part of our expenses or whatever. Don’t we all do it that way? Also, obviously since he’s a man he doesn’t understand that by taking my neighbors treat baskets, I’m actually being mean back to them by being nice. Because they will feel super guilty for never coming over to welcome me or giving me a chance and once they sample my baked goods (wrapped to adorable perfection) they will be in wonder of this hidden gem they have ignored.
IT’S CALLED BEING MEAN BY BEING NICE AND MEN DON’T GET IT. They just don’t.
So. It’s settled. I’m not allowed to spend money to be selfless and nice/make the mean neighbors feel bad. Which we all know means that I will sneak and do it anyways, and talk about it on Twitter, Instagram and Facebook since those are my safe places.
One of the treats that I’m making for the Goodie Baskets that DEFINITELY AREN’T GOING TO HAPPEN *cough* are these Giant Mallo Cups. Did you know Mallo Cups are one of my all time favorite candies ever? And a couple of weeks ago, I was wondering what to do with the mini tart pans I bought and it hit me–who needs mini tarts, I’m making giant homemade Mallo Cups with these things!! So I did. And it was great.
(click here for printable recipe)
INGREDIENTS
16 oz chocolate almond bark (I buy the giant blocks of Ghirardelli at Sams Club…so good)
2 (7 oz) jars Marshmallow Creme
1 cup sweetened flaked coconut
Nonstick Mini Tart Pans (or for regular sized candy, you could use THIS MOLD or THIS MOLD)
Melt chocolate according to package directions. Spoon a large spoonful in the bottom of each tart pan and use a pastry brush to brush it up the sides of the pan. Once the sides and bottom are covered with a good layer, place pans in the freezer for about 5 minutes to firm up.
While chocolate is setting, spoon marshmallow creme into a bowl and fold in the coconut. Remove pans from freezer and spoon marshmallow filling over the set chocolate, spreading to the edges and leaving room for chocolate on top. Spoon chocolate over the top of the marshmallow and spread to edges. Place back in the freezer until set.
Remove from molds by turning upside down and gently tapping bottom of pan (you may need to wiggle sides a bit too like an ice tray). Mine popped right out.
Makes 10 -12 GIANT Mallo Cups.
Share with neighbors who ignore you and fail to bring welcome baskets. Merry Christmas, everyone!!
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omggggg i LOVE mallo cups! i think you made these just for me.
I did. I have a window into your soul. Weird but true.
These look so incredibly amazing and delicious and gooey. I want one right now! yummm
One?? You need two. At LEAST.
Oh my gosh you crack me up every. single. time. I read your posts! And, you make me want to eat a lot every. single. time. I read your posts!
hahahahahaha I love this post so much! Definitely do it…your neighbours deserve to be guilted by your delectable goodies! and afterwards they will all be kicking themselves that they never invited you guys round to dinner knowing what kind of amazing dessert they have been missing out on!! I’ve never had a mallow cup, but it sounds amazing! and now I want one!
So my neighborhood has been the same since my husband and I bought our first house. The only people we’ve met are our neighbors to the left and right of us. Other than that, no one. And now it’s kinda too late for me to introduce myself without being all weird and random since we’ve lived here for a while…which is why I told my husband he should do it. ;)
Um, we live in the same town – too bad we’re not neighbors! I wouldn’t ignore, haha. :)
I had the same experience when we moved into our house over 20 years ago. So I baked me up a batch of yummy chocolate chip cookies, arranged them nicely on paper plates and went visiting. Turns out that one neighbor was from the “big city” and they weren’t used to doing things like that, the seocnd neighbors were both workaholics that were never home (but were very nice people) and the 3rd neighbors were just grouches. What can you do. The first and second neighbors have moved since but have been replaced with nice people who I took goodies to when they moved in and we love them. And the 3rd neighbors are still here and still grouchy. But we figure it could be worse… they could have loud parties, or have a trashy yard, or a hundred other bad things. So we can deal with the grouches.
My opinion is that you are the bigger and better person if you are the one to extend the hand of friendship. And that always makes you feel good, which is what it’s all about, right?
I wish I lived closer. I would have brought you cookies and then you would share your mallows with me!
And I think you need to meet up with Page since you live in the same town. She won’t turn down your goodies :)
i would have thought that your new neighbors would have heard that a celebrity was moving into their neighborhood and had the red carpet rolled out for your moving van. but thats just me.
That was my thought, too! Really, who hasn’t heard of you?
You know what? I have said the same damn thing about my neighbors. We live on a dead end street. There are 11 houses total that have people living in them. Last summer, I sent everyone an invitation to our summer barbecue. No RSVPs, and NO ONE SHOWED. (Luckily, everyone else we invited did or I’d feel REALLY lame.)
It is SO hard to make friends as an adult that works from home, and I think it stinks. I like your plan, and silly husband, get with the program. Being mean by being nice (otherwise known as being passive aggressive) is the American way!
They look perfect! The bigger the better:)
If you moved in across the street from me I would have brought you some baked goods until I read this post that is. I LOVE MALLO CUPS and I am so willing to be mean to get them! LOL YUMMY!!!!
PS- I could never be mean to you!!!!
I think making things for your neighbors you don’t know is a great idea. You never know, some of them could be shy like me. It took me months to get the nerve to introduce myself to the people across the street.
When I got the nerve up to say “hi” all i got was a glare in return. So I gave up.
Eventually we got to know our next door neighbors when their tween age son decide to play a prank and show up nekkid at my door. Good times. Then we got to know the neighbors across the street when my husband broke up a fight between the teenage son and six much larger and older boys. (The mom was cheering her son on whereas we called the cops. Six against one is not fair no matter how much you want your boy to “be a man”.) Then we got to know our neighbors down the street when my husband was witness to the teenage son driving straight into oncoming traffic.
We’ve lived in this house for 4 years. It’s not like we live in a bad area or anything. I’m just convinced we have really weird neighbors.
I wish that you were my neighbor! I would love to share baked sweet treats with you. :)
Aww, honey. I get what your trying to do, but I doubt they’ll feel bad. I’d make all sorts of nummy stuff & save it for your family. One neighbor brought us some brownie bites when we first moved to Redneckville. They were nice, but the wife was scared of our dog because she was growling @ her husband. They’ve never been back. I HATE living in this town, it’s too small.
I read my husband this post and he cracked up because this sounds like something I would TOTALLY do. So I take comfort in knowing that I am not alone in my passive-aggressive art of being mean. :-) Also, these look completely awesome. Now I want to go buy a tart pan, but my husband said I’m not allowed to purchase myself anything else until after Christmas–doesn’t he know I NEED this ASAP to make fabulous treats?!?
Please send 1 dozen mallow cups to me, and I will send you 1 dozen awesome kringala like frosted cut out cookies to you, and maybe some yummy carmel corn too, and fudge…I would love to be your next door neighbor! However, I would probably get nothing done, cuz we would be getting into sooo much trouble!! (Think Lucy and ethel type trouble!!) And, as far as the neighbors/cookie thing goes- one year I bought really cute Christmas tins, filled them, and then we had a horrible blizzaed. I couldn’t convince my hubby to take them to the neighbors on his snowblower…oh well, it’s the thought that counts!
First of all, “Hello”! We are all neighbors here! Secondly, I have made deserts and delivered them to neighbors in years past -and it has done me no good. LOL but I love to bake, so I continue to do it to this day!
I have a question, can I make these without coconut? We are not coconut fans around here. thx
OMG, I think we live on the same street! No? Oh, well then, I guess all neighbors are rude nowadays. I am way too nosey not to go welcome new neighbors lol. I will be making these Mallow cups tomorrow for sure. My husband thinks I’m a baking goddess thanks to you ;)
Mallo Cups! I grew up in Altoona, PA where they make Mallo Cups. Yours look lovely!
And I totally get the being nice to be mean thing…passive aggresion at its finest!! If we were neighbors we’d totally be exchanging baked goods all the time. :-)
You are soo funny! Best post yet!
Being mean by being nice! Oh my gosh! I laughed and I love it so much. Hilarious! They look delicious…might try them!
It’s official… your husband and my husband were separated at birth.
I love chocolate and marshmallows… so these would definitely be my breakfast, lunch, and dinner… no joke.
I just love the way you think!!! You make me laugh out loud. I would of welcomed you if you were my neighbor and looked forward to your delicious creations. God Bless you!!
I could eat like 10 of these right now! And, as always, your insights are true and hilarious!
I pay for ingredients with in visible money too!
I think being mean by being nice is only a girl thing. Men can’t think at such a high level of manipulation.
First, I feel like there needs to be a ‘like’ button attached to the comments, because I read all of them, and I would have ‘liked’ at least 15 of them. Second of all, I feel like the movies lie, because when I moved in to my new apartment, not one of my 6 building neighbors stopped to say hello. However, my door-to-the-right neighbor did come out and inform me which of the 150 parking spaces in the lot was theirs, and ‘just don’t steal our parking space, alright?’ I think that makes us best friends. You’re wonderful, and as always I love your posts!!
PS. Of COURSE I stole their parking space. And it may or may not have been with the car that was un-usable due to an overheating problem. Whoops.
I agree!! I think a ‘like’ button would be awesome! =)
Oh. My. Goodness. My hubby and I have had exactly the same conversation since moving into our new home. We’re on a mountain with a small handful of neighbors, each about a quarter-mile apart. You’d think people would be more welcoming, considering the fact that we’ll have to depend on each other when the snow gets really deep.
Anyway, did anyone welcome us? Hmph. The lady who collects for the road improvements showed up with her hand out. Then a month later we had a visit from a bachelor who lives up the hill from us. He’s become our new “best friend” and we still haven’t met any of the other neighbors.
Guess when you move out into the country you just “vant to be left aloooone”.
Hugs,
Pam
Can someone please give me permission to shove about a dozen of these in my mouth?! They look fabulous!!!
i’m sorry your new neighbors were not as welcoming as you would like. Sometimes people just need a good example. I think you should make everyone treats and deliver them as a family. Introduce yourselves as the “new neighbors.” Sometimes you just need to be the bigger person and break the ice. Then, if they are still lame, at least you tried. I always bring a loaf of home made chocolate chip banana bread to new neighbors. I would have made some for you :)
Geez, I wanna be your neighbor!
Ahahahahahahhahahaha! I feel the same way and my husband also feels the same way as yours. I once took some banana bread to the neighbors across the apartment hallway, and they looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe cuz it was an apartment, I dunno… :)
Oh gosh..try being an American in another country. I currently live in The Netherlands and my neighbors either hate me because I am an American, they are scared of me AND the final one is they make fun of me because I bake. Noone bakes in this country. At all..and Im not joking. I think it’s awesome what you are doing and can’t wait to hear how it all goes..lol
Mmm marshmallow heaven!
We have moved 6 times, the only times the neighbors were great was when we moved into a new sub. We all came together and became great friends. Then we moved into an established neighborhood five years ago. My neighbors seem to me and my older kids very snobby and clicky. They have never opened up or have been inviting. They would rather stand and stare then wave hello. I feel your pain. I miss my neighbors that always had their door open for a cup of coffee or a glass of wine or eggnog on Christmas Eve. I hate the thought of even running out of something when baking and needing to ask to borrow. I will drive to Krogers before asking. Happy baking, may your sweets, sweeten your neighbors.
Making these tonight to put in Christmas gift for my Aunt&Fam that I am giving early (Friday!). Last night I make Cherry Chocolate Biscotti to put in also-yum!
During our first week when we moved in 2 families sent over their kids with cookies (beautiful cookies from the bakery) to meet our kids C: I don’t know most of my neighbors and agree with you that it’s difficult to meet them–everyone works & hires landscapers not much opportunity to bump into one another.
I think it’s a lovely gesture to bring over Holiday treats to your neighbors–even if it’s not shown know that you have made someone’s day brighter! C:
All your neighbors probably know who you are and were whispering to each other when you moved in that your blog photos don’t do your beauty justice; and they are highly intimidated to bake you anything since you ARE the Cookbook Queen. :o)
That said, I think it would be fantastic of you to take them a Christmas goody basket. It’s a double-whammy kind of basket to remind them how people need to greet and welcome new neighbors any time of year, plus it’s Christmas.
I have wanted to welcome neighbors with baskets of muffins or treats ala Bree Van De Kamp but I figure with my luck they would have some kind of gluten, nut or (insert ingredient here) allergy and sue me. More treats for me. (Sigh, okay for hubby’s co-workers but still)
Sometimes cows really are the better neighbours! Hoping your gift baskets break the ice and your neighbours welcome you with open arms. Better late than never. These mallo cups look amazing.
I used to have a co-worker who used to say when we’d get a rude customer…”you got to kill them with kindness”. You’re right. The nicer you are, they will feel guilty. On the other hand, you could have a neighbor like mine. One night she knocked on my door, around 9pm at night. She said, “I was just looking at your house with my binoculars, and saw…”. True story.
Binocular story = funniest thing ever. Did you slap her? :D
STALKER!!!
Golly bum. I thought these would be harder than that, but kinda easy.
A. I don’t think these would travel well, but I’m hoping they make an appearance in Texas this weekend. Oh my, Kristan…I’ll be dreaming of those!
B. You know what I did yesterday? Made cookies for our new neighbors. :) They moved in over Thanksgiving break…when we were OUT-OF-TOWN…and I kind of had a mini panic attack when we came home. “The new neighbors! I haven’t made them cookies! They’ll think I’m a terrible person! I hope they know we were out-of-town!”
C. In conclusion, you must move to my street. *I* will bring you cookies.
OMG you are too cute. I should’ve known you’d bring out the welcome wagon. Packing now!! ;)
These Mallow Cups look so yummy!
We’ve been in our rental house 2.5 years and the only people that ever even said hi to me (and my little boys) were our across the street neighbors. The neighbors to our right are mean. I’ve very clearly said hi numerous times, they look up at me (yes directly at me) and then continue on with their business. I’m tempted to try the nice/mean trick.
I really don’t understand why men can’t figure out how being nice to be mean works. Guilt can be fun when it’s deserved. And anyone who couldn’t be bothered to welcome you to the neightborhood deserves it. The only reason I can figure for why they didn’t bring goodies over is that they are intimidated by your baking prowess and goddess-like status. Just sayin’. ;)
Ok that’s ruder than rude there. To not say hi back when you clearly hear someone. Some people just weren’t raised right.
Marshmallow covered in chocolate is one of my favorite things ever! I love the “giant” part about this recipe the most.
I’m sort of in a conundrum myself about goodies and the neighbors. My neighbors across the street moved this summer so now I have new neighbors. I will give them goodies. The husband mentioned he likes to make homemade ice cream so I’m hoping some sort of trade will work out there. My neighbor to the left always gets my stuff at Xmas but she mentioned the other day that she’s on a special diet so I’m not sure what to do there. My neighbors to the right are fairly new. I see the husband and wife at Starbucks once in a while and we chat, but the wife has grown kids at home who are kind of weird. Do I give to the new neighbors across the street and to the dietary restricted neighbor to the left, but not to the ones on the right? What if they see me out delivering and say, “Where’s ours?” Nice Mallow Treats…
If we were neighbors I would totally exchange treats with you! And we could also share a cow, cause its cheaper than buying butter these days…
I LOVE your posts!! This one made me laugh out loud!! My husband would be the same way too.. he always thinks I am up way too late doing these things ( that I always think are a good idea at the time) for other people. But hey, that’s what makes me happy… and other people happy too. I live in Ontario Canada in a small town and we do things like this all the time in my neighbourhood. My neighbours actually send me requests for my Christmas baking!! LOL!! Good luck on your being nice to your neighbours.. they will love it I’m sure! A little bit of kindness is what the Christmas sprit og giving is all about!
You are SO funny!!! I want to be your neighbor! Will you PLEASE let us know everything you’re going to put in your goodie basket and maybe take a picture of it? I love to get ideas from others and your’s are so perfect!!
Honestly, you are brilliant! These look amazing. Btw- this is so something I would do! Mean-Nice-Sneak!!! LOL
Go ahead and try… but don’t be surprised if you don’t get the reaction you expect. I bet they’ll blame things all on you for not introducing yourself first! But do go and “mean-nice-sneak”!
Can I just say thank you for saying Christmas and not holiday. Christmas is so much more than a holiday and I respect you for saying it (: I think making a gift basket for your neighbors is a sweet idea!
Absolutely one of the most enjoyable posts I’ve read in a long time! I totally GET it!! All of it!! I can’t wait to hear how the receive the baked goods or treat. And maybe, just maybe, by being nice and breaking the ice you will develop the neighbors you are looking for. Fingers are crossed!
As for the Mallow Cups, I’ve never had one, but I’m thinking I would love it!
Just FYI… we have a house for sale up the street and I would certainly bring you some baked treats if you move in! San Diego is nice this time of year…. =)
Sneaky … I love the being mean by being nice thing!! It’s the perfect plan really…
And the invisible money … please, I’ve tried explaining to my boyfriend that I do not spend my money – my ingredients just appear – I do some magic in the kitchen and ta-da… we have something yummy to eat.
*sigh* Men!! Love to hate them, and hate to love them.
Soooo….. I totally relate to your new home dilemma. Most neighbors pull right into their garage and won’t even wave as they go by!! How rude?! And I too have been thinking of bringing treats to them. I even bought the cute cupcake boxes from Michaels… but I haven’t used them yet.
The whole being mean to be nice, I’ve done that too. I once brought a beautiful basket full of individually wrapped home made brownies to the Dr.’s office that just fired my husband. I told them it was a “thank you for forcing us to be brave and start our own practice” gift. Complete with card and everything. But part of me wondered if any one ate them, because they might worry what I have put into them. Honestly they were just wonderful delicious brownies, but the thoughts of what might be going through their heads was enough revenge for me. ;)
Love. It.
Epic.
Come over to my neighborhood…we have been known to have 4th of July block parties :)
sorry your hopes weren’t met!! can relate, but i do try to get out of my shell and take things to others, or do things for others. we live in what was my parents’ home so people just sort of ignored us until our sweet neighbors moved in across the street a few years ago and we now share back and forth. my mom always said to kill them with kindness when i had difficult people to deal with–think your idea will do that and hopefully yield good friends, but it’s like anything you give–you GIVE it and you can expect niceness back but you can’t control that at all, just your own attitude. those mallow things look decadent–don’t think they’re on my eating list, but may have to try them.
We had newbies move in across the street a few years ago. I took them a really nice homemade Christmas treat basket of goodies. She said, “Well this is weird, I don’t have anything for you.” Haven’t really seen or heard much from her since.
Awkward.
I laughed so hard reading this post! I can totally relate as I’ve done the same thing when I first moved to our street. It worked though – a couple of days after I delivered homemade baked goods, they all came by with store-bought goodies. My husband had the same reaction to spending money on people who we don’t know. And here I thought he was one of a kind, LOL! Thanks for the laugh!
I always enjoy eating something with marshmallows, they seem so light and full of flavor and ghirardelli chocolate is the best! really
We move around a lot. A lot. All the time. Like, every two years or so.
I’ve never ever ever had neighbors introduce themselves.
However, I have mastered, completely mastered, the art of being mean by being nice. And by the time we leave, our neighbors are heartbroken. Heartbroken, I tell you. And they’ve more than made up for the fact that they neglected us. It’s all the guilt. The sugar-laden, frosting covered guilt.
Go for it, chicky. Kill ‘em with kindness.
Oh yeah. And…um…hello?! Marshmallowy, chocolaty goodness?? I’ll be your neighbor!!
Awww I’m sorry no one came to introduce themselves! It’s so interesting how in some places it happens and in some places it doesn’t. Growing up we lived on one street where we knew ALL of our neighbors, and then we moved and my parents JUST got to know the across the street neighbors not that long ago (after living there for like 7 years). But my husband and I just moved into our new house and we’ve already had a couple neighbors come by. I think it just depends on the street!
All that being said, you should definitely go for taking treats to the neighbors for Christmas! After all, someone has to start the being friendly trend! :)
Hang in there, We moved into our place 5 years ago and no one greeted us either, I even sent a christmas basket around one year in hope to wake up the neighbor. My neighbor right next door to me are a older couples and they have welcome us by not being afraid to say hi, I still have neighbors that will not even wave, and we live on a small street/ dead end. I find that people are just so busy now days and no one haves times for their neighbors and they really don’t even want to know their neighbors. I too have lived out in the country and thought it would be fun to live in town, go figure country life is looking better and better…… Keep being nice it does pay off after a while.
Lol, no one’s welcomed us either. We just generally walk around introducing ourselves. However, i think I married your husbands brother. I thought about that idea, only for the ladies at his work (he’s a police officer, so I wanted to start a wives group). Anyway…I got the same reasoning you did. You’re already stressed and we dont’ need to spend our money on that…is there a male excuse book somewhere?
We have lived in our house for almost 3 years now. I still don’t know my neighbors names. They all talk to each other, but not to us. Maybe all those movies were wrong…maybe THEY are not supposed to welcome us, maybe the newbies are supposed to go door to door with goodies and introduce themselves to those who have lived there for years already. We much have gotten it all wrong…yeah…that’s it.
And Mallow Cups? OMG, so yummy! I am on Weight Watchers and really should AVOID your blog, but I can’t help it… I want to lick my screen. Ok, no, that’s gross…no one in their right mind would ever do that? Would they? …. *crickets chirping*
I know my baking ingredients don’t come out of our family budget. The sugar fairies deliver it right to my cart when I’m shopping along with chocolate and marshmallow fluffy. duh!
I know you are all famous and everything but I nominated you for a Versatile Bloggers Award because I love you! I hope the VSA is not like a chain letter. :) Anyway, here’s my post:
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Kristan, If you take your goodies over to all of the neighbors, I guarantee that they will love you forever:)
Being mean by being nice……Oh yeah you are my twin. Sounds like a great plan. I do that all the time, but shhhhh I don’t want the kids to know because I do this to them…..A LOT!
Ok so I have a confession…..we are on confessionsofacookbookqueen.com, so I can confess here right? OK here it is…I’ve never had a Mallow Cup, not ever…..or smores. I really need to get with the program here because apparently I may be missing out on complete goodness. Besides this will give me that excuse I’ve been needing to by mini tart pans. See it all works out.
Have fun being nice/mean to the neighbors which btw were totally rude for not welcoming you to the neighborhood.
What is wrong with people in modern society?! Gone are the days of the old neighborhood “Welcome Wagon”. It’s criminal for new neighbors to have to go around introducing themselves. I moved into my husband’s house 7 yrs. ago when we got married; the neighbors don’t speak to each other & we rarely see any of them….it’s very odd. I found a piece of my neighbor’s mail in my front yard once, and with baby on hip, I went over to deliver it to him. Instead of being gracious, he acted all rude & paranoid, like I was casing his house to rob it or something. I want to live in a neighborhood like you see in movies, where everyone BBQs together outside, sitting in lawn chairs, watching their children play & sipping iced tea. My brother lives in a friendly neighborhood like that; I hate him. I guess a positive spin is that we don’t to worry about any Gladys Kravitz type neighbors all up in everybody else’s business.
p.s. We just need to move to our own neighborhood, Kristan, where we can bake & craft all day with reality TV playing!
You know I would have welcomed you to my neighborhood. When we moved in I was the one that baked and brought stuff to our neighbors. I won them over with my baking and now they have all gained weight because of me. ;-)
I can’t wait to make some of these and Elf my neighbors.
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These are awesome!! And I totally hear you on the whole new neighbor thing…not one person introduced themselves to us when we moved in a few years ago either. Finally during one of the neighborhood-wide garage sales, I went around and introduced myself. Everyone was friendly enough, and one person even said they’d invite us to their end of the summer BBQ, which apparently all the cool neighbors attend…well summer came and went and no invitation, so I guess we aren’t in the cool club. Too bad we aren’t neighbors so we could swap goodies and hang out!
WANT. NOW.
I just made PB cups last night…I should have added marshmallows but added a few other goodies inside. But holy moly these look great!
Wow! That post was awesome! I laughed and laughed. That was definitely a great conversation (ahem, small argument) that really shows guy’s/girl’s views on stuff. You couldn’t have depicted it better!
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I LOVE BAKING. I’m new to the blogging world. Not that I have one of my own…I’m just a reader…for now. So, I’ve yet to finish reading all your past postings. But I LOVE everyone one of them that I’ve read so far!! You bring the brightest smile to everyone!!
TV betrayed me!! I used to watch movies with my mom & said “look at those wonderful neighbors bringing special treats to the newbies…I want to move there!!” Where I come from, we live in apartment & we exchange greetings with fake smiles :(( So, I’m finally here after moving around the globe about a dozen times with my military hubby. We’ve been here for about 8 months now & not a single neighbor welcome us with baked goods!!
I, on the other hand, have baked, wrapped, packed & delivered to my neighbors, the moment my kitchen was unpacked!! Then, I got these comments. “You really like baking huh. I like to bake too but I don’t have the time!!”; “My doctor says I must go on a diet….” She’s super slim btw. Perhaps her doctor wants her to stop feeding the worms in her tummy!! Wish you are my neighbor. I could have & WOULD MOST DEFINITELY bring you a welcoming basket!! :D
OMG you totally made my morning. So yum looking AND your personality makes me wish you were my neighbor! :)
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[...] never have them at Target or Walmart, so I rarely get to actually have any. Last year, I made homemade giant Mallow Cups for Christmas, which were totally amazing, so I decided that the same filling needed to go on some [...]
I wish you lived next to me as I would bring you treats on the holidays, your birthday, welcome home from the store, or anything you wanted to create a need for a cookie or two…
Have a good day and I totally get the “kill them kindness” motto. Unfortunately, they may not get it… Guilt is a selective thing. LOL