French Toast Crunch Marshmallow & Chocolate Bars

Before I share this recipe, I should probably tell you that General Mills did send product, recipes, and some fun stuff to facilitate this post, but more importantly, I should probably tell you that #FrenchToastCrunchIsBack and you know you’re as excited as I am!

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This is not my typical recipe, I know that, so I thought I’d just address the elephant in the room before continuing. Although we eat healthy most of the time and I do completely limit my children’s intake of sweets, they like the sweet things too, y’all, so I indulge them when I’m moved to do so. Those indulgences often include homemade cereal bars because I can slip protein and/or fiber in, making me feel a little bit better about the whole thing. But let’s get back to this recipe, mmmmKay? You remember French Toast Crunch from your childhood, right? The little toast-shaped, maple-flavored bites of deliciousness packed into a cereal box? Yes, those. They’re back but lower in sugar (only 9 grams) than their 1995 product release original, but the flavor…oh the flavor…it’s the same one you enjoyed as a child with more whole grain. That taste inspired this recipe for French Toast Crunch Marshmallow and Chocolate (heart shaped because I’m fancy like that) Cereal Bars.

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I made these while the babies were at school and B was at work, and OH-EM-GEE, they can’t seem to get enough of them. As in, I need to make more STAT. The French Toast Crunch Cereal should be in retailers nationwide now. If not, ask your favorite retailer to stock it because you’re going to want to stock up (in case *GASP* it disappears again, although I don’t think it’s going anywhere this time because the people have spoken).

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French Toast Crunch Marshmallow & Chocolate Bars
  • 1-10.5 oz bag mini marshmallows
  • 3 tbsp unsalted butter
  • 8 cups French Toast Crunch cereal
  • 1-12 oz bag semisweet chocolate chips
  1. Coat bottom and sides of a 13x9 inch baking dish.
  2. In a large microwavable bowl, microwave marshmallows and butter uncovered on high for 1 minute, stir, microwave for another minute until completely melted.
  3. Immediately stir the cereal into the melted marshmallows.
  4. Put mixture in pan and press, I suggest using waxed paper because this stuff is REALLY sticky.
  5. In a small microwaveable bowl, microwave chocolate chips uncovered for 2 minutes, stopping at 1 minute to stir, until thoroughly melted.
  6. Pour chocolate over cereal mixture and spread like frosting.
  7. Refrigerate for approximately 30 minutes until chocolate sets.
  8. Cut into bars or cut with your favorite cookie cutter to make fun shapes to decorate.

  French Toast Crunch, no bake cereal bars

My kids are in love with these cereal bars and they have a new (old) favorite cereal for breakfast. Score another win for me with these No-Bake French Toast Crunch Marshmallow and Chocolate Bars. I may never get the hang of baking (OK, I won’t ever get the hang of it), but I’m pretty much mastering these no-bake desserts.

Your favorite childhood cereal is now available at retailers nationwide. Head on out today and grab a bowl of happiness then head on over to Facebook to thank General Mills for listening and get more recipes like this one. And if you have any great no-bake dessert recipes, please share them with me. My family is getting used to this and I’m running out of ideas!

Finally, White Roses! Let There Be Peace!

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My marriage isn’t perfect. In fact, it’s been quite rocky at times. Much more rocky than I’ve let on. There’s been heart break on both sides. Marriages, any partnerships in general, are like that sometimes. But there’s always more good than bad. That’s how I weigh things out. More good than bad? That equals worth it to me, no matter the struggles.

On the road to greatness, you always have trials. Nothing is ever perfect. NOTHING. Life isn’t easy. It’s all about who triumphs in the end. I feel like we’re about to win. Win in a big way. We’re, for possibly the first time ever, on the same page. We’re working on our future, our golden years I guess, together. And it’s a beautiful thing.

While I was out of town, and probably doubting this insane relationship more than I have in the past, I got a great reminder of why this is all worth it. A friend, a co-worker, asked me a question. Were those roses that were always behind me in pictures and in hangouts, always pink, fake? The answer was a resounding no. See, even through the craziness, B always seems to make sure that I have fresh roses in my office, always pink, because he knows they make me smile. Yes, there have been breaks in that, but not often.

That got me to thinking that maybe he does love me, or at least he likes to see me smile. OK, so I had a moment and I reminded myself, at that moment, that I could hold out until he “grew up”. I came home to a dozen new pink roses. Beautiful as always. But possibly hollow by this point?

They literally started to die the day after I came home. A sign? Yes, but not what you’re thinking. He went to Kroger the next night. He’d noticed the dying roses I guess. They had nothing pink. He was disappointed but picked up a lovely bouquet of white roses because he knows I love those too. And you know what? That was a sign!

A sign of peace. The minute I landed in Texas, he had told me that he thought about everything he’s done over the years, about our problems. He wanted to “fix” everything and he vowed things would be better. For the first time in a long time, I saw a different spark in his eyes, his beautiful piercing blue eyes. He meant it. I felt it.

And then, the next day without knowing it, he bought peace roses. I don’t think this is a coincidence and I hope it lasts this time.

I was ready to give up. Like, for real, ready.

Maybe he sensed it? Maybe he already knew. Maybe he was too. Of course he was. I’m difficult. He is too. It’s kind of “our thing”. Maybe, just maybe, things are going to be OK. I sure hope so. There is true love here, but execution has been a huge problem for a long time, and trust. That’s a biggie.

Wish us luck y’all because I think for the first time in a long time, we’re both ready to make this thing work! I’m ready for peace, and for love. I think he is too. It’s time. Long overdue actually. If you love this hard, you should reap the benefits. I’m ready. I’m willing. I’m digging the peace roses. I’m just digging life!

Bubby Got His Hair Cut on his Daddy’s Watch…Where’s My Baby?

Ever since Bubby was born, I’ve done everything for him. I only worked outside of the home for 4 months of his life (while he stayed at home and my oldest daughter watched him there). I’ve cooked all of his meals, I’ve done his laundry, cleaned up his room, fed his picky ass little self. And I’ve taken him for all of his hair cuts, starting at about 9 months. But this time, out of nowhere, he wanted his Daddy to take him. I’ve asked B for almost 3 weeks now to take him (I personally think he procrastinated because I’m a tyrant when it comes to Bubby). Bubby never stands his ground like this though, so it was time.
But but BUT…this was not what I had in mind. Make him look like a boy I said. Leave a little length I said. A little layer here and there is good I said. Show his curls I said. Don’t make it too short. Do NOT let it be too short. And…when they got home, we had shaved sides and back and a Great Gatsby look all around. I’m not a fan. I smiled. 
I guess I stared at my Bub too much (with my hand over my mouth) until he finally said “What? Do you have a crush on me or somethin?”. To which I naturally replied, “I’ve always had a crush on you baby, you know that”. And that’s all he needs to know!
He doesn’t need to know that I don’t love this cut, nor this look. He’s gorgeous no matter what. You may even love it. You might think I don’t because it makes him look grown. Truth is, you’re probably right on some level but I’m also not a fan of this style, especially not on my beach baby.
Facts: 1) He’s my baby and he’s lost all of his curls. 2) I think he’s the most handsome little guy on the planet no matter what. 3) I’ll never let B take him for a hair cut again because apparently there is a communication gap there and I want my baby back. 

Yes, I’ll always have a crush on him. Yes, he’ll always be the apple of my eye. Yes, he’s gorgeous with, or without, hair. And he’s totally 2 (in my head). Anyone that wants to argue that is going to have to fight me. It is what it is. He’s growing up way too fast and his daddy needs to stop facilitating it. Stop it. Stop time. Bring my baby back. 

PS – He’s totally handsome and those eyes will break and warm a million hearts no matter how his hair is cut over the years. In the end, it’s all OK.