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.
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.
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
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!!