I don’t know if I would call it a “perk”…but if there is one thing that accompanies pregnancy it is this ever-changing rollercoaster of cravings.  A mere glimpse of a pizza commerical…a quick whiff of coffee as I stroll through the hospital…a passing comment on cupcakes…or a suggestion to make pasta for dinner and suddenly a raging craving sets in.  Fortunately or unfortunately for me, I am not satisfied until I answer the rumbling in my stomach.  And somehow…I convince myself that surely this must be what Baby Boudreau is requesting.  Already…this baby knows what he/she wants and Mama better cave!  Well, this week (and last) is no different.  As I stood in the OR of Methodist Hospital last week…stomach rumbling, sugars dropping, and patience for lunch quickly wearing thin, suddenly a vision of scotcheroos flashed before me.  I don’t know where it came from…but I knew immediately I had to find some (or make some)…fast.  Luckily for me, I was in Des Moines and vaguely remembered that Palmer’s Deli had scoterchoos and cookies near their cash register to tempt hungry customers as they paid for soup and salad.  In the past…I could easily pass up a cookie…even a scotcheroo…sweets just weren’t my thing.  And certainly, I would have NEVER thought about driving across town to buy one!  But…there I was….speeding down I235 to get to Palmer’s as quickly as I could.  As satisfied as I could have been devouring a scotcheroo…and only a scotcheroo…I had a talk with the munchkin inside of me and reminded him/her that treats were only allowed after all the fruits and veggies were gone.  And with that, I ordered up a spinach salad…topped it with oranges, onions, nuts, feta, and light raspberry vinaigrette.  I won’t kid you…I ate that salad as fast as I could…all the while my scotcheroo was sitting on the table in front of me….taunting me.  And finally, after all the spinach was gone…it was time.  That first bite was AMAZING.  Oh gosh it was good. 

With a satisfied tummy (and I assume very happy baby), I bought another scotcheroo and jumped in the car.  No No No…I didn’t get another one for myself.  See…my partner Mike and I had such a successful morning and early afternoon in the hospital that I wanted to leave a little “thank-you” for him on his windshield.  After all…not only is he a great partner but he was kind enough to let me sneak out for lunch (by 2pm I’m pretty sure ‘FEED ME!’ was written across my forehead.)…and I was certain that he too would be starving by the time he got to his car.  With that, I tucked a Palmer’s bag and scotcheroo under his wiper and took off for Iowa City….enjoying bite after bite after bite of my scotcheroo!

Later that weekend, I pulled out Kellogg’s recipe and made a batch for home.  Sure…I indulged in a few but later wrapped them individually in saran wrap and shared with friends.  After all…cravings are GREAT…in moderation.  🙂


Recipe courtesy of KELLOGG’S RICE KRISPIES

24 servings

  • 1 cup light corn syrup
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 1 cup peanut butter
  • 6 cups RICE KRISPIES® cereal (I use just 5 cups to make sure the ‘roos are a little more moist!)
  • 1 cup semi-sweet chocolate morsels
  • 1 cup butterscotch chips (I used a full 11oz bag…because I love butterscotch!)

Place corn syrup and sugar into 3-quart saucepan. Cook over medium heat, stirring frequently, until sugar dissolves and mixture begins to boil. Remove from heat. Stir in peanut butter. Mix well. Add KELLOGG’S® RICE KRISPIES® cereal. Stir until well coated. Press mixture into 13 x 9 x 2-inch pan coated with cooking spray. Set aside.

Melt chocolate and butterscotch chips together in 1-quart saucepan over low heat, stirring constantly. Spread evenly over cereal mixture. Let stand until firm.

Cut into 2 x 1-inch bars when cool.


Satisfy your craving.  Life is short.  🙂

Indulge.  In Life.  In Love.  In Food.

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