This recipe is for my brother Ando, who was heard to mutter to his wife Teedz that he couldn’t find it anywhere on my blog. And then she told me. So I felt guilty and therefore obliged to rustle some up. Yesterday, when I was angry at the world but mostly my thesis supervisor, I did.
We didn’t have a lot of sweets in the house when I was a kid because Kristopf had problems processing sugar (and because my parents were health food nazis). He was, however, an enormous fan of peanut butter, and every so often, if we were lucky (read: well-behaved), my mother would make peanut butter balls.
Adjust the milk powder (add maybe a handful more) until you have a texture that’s sticky enough to adhere to itself, but not sticky enough to leave itself stuck to your hands.
Anyway, once you’ve got the mixture to your taste (as in, tastes like peanut butter with milk and enough honey to make you happy), take about a tablespoon’s worth of your “dough” and form it into a ball by rolling it on the palm of your hand. Repeat until you’re out of dough. Keep them in the refrigerator so they don’t go all gooey. I suppose you could freeze them as well but seeing as they’re super easy to make I don’t really see the point. I’d save you some but the Pie and his father Papa John ate them all.
That’s it, Ando. Are your childhood illusions of a special treat shattered? I know mine were.