What could be better than mixing cereal — a dietary staple — with chocolate, which is almost as precious as life itself? The answer is not much. Add to that some peanut butter and butterscotch chips and you’ve got Scotcheroos.

This recipe is very delicious and hard to mess up. It also makes quite a few servings so it’s a good one to share with friends.

What you’ll need —

1 C. sugar1 C. light corn syrup1 C. creamy peanut butter6 C. oven-toasted rice cereal1 C. (6-oz.) semi-sweet chocolate chips1 C. (6-oz.) butterscotch chips

First, grease a 13″x9″ pan. Next, mix the sugar and corn syrup in a big saucepan. Bring it to a boil over medium heat, stirring constantly. Remove the pan from the hot burner and stir in the peanut butter, then the cereal. Press this mixture into the greased pan.

Then, melt the chocolate and butterscotch chips in the microwave on medium high. It should take about a minute. Stir the mixture and microwave it for 10 to 20 seconds at a time, stirring until the mixture is smooth. Once it is all melted, spread it over the top of the cereal in the pan. Refrigerate the whole pan until the chocolate and butterscotch mixture hardens.

Cut the finished product into squares and you’re done.

Egan can be reached at cegan@campustimes.org.



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