Chocolate peanut butter cups

I actually made these chocolate peanut butter cups for someone else. See, I love chocolate. I love peanut butter. I love them on toast together but I don’t like chocolate peanut butter cups. I don’t know why. Guess I’m a weirdo.

Iv’e just never really been one for Reese’s peanut butter cups but my family love them. My son, daughter and my husband LOVE them so i thoughtI would make some.

Chocolate Peanut butter cups

A lot of people enjoy these peanut butter cups. I know there are a few ways to make them and i find this to be the simplest way. It is also the method that my family enjoy the most.

Anyway, how is your week going? I have had an interesting week so far. Wednesday morning always makes me think of the Great British Bake off. The thing is I didn’t use to watch it much. I caught up with episodes from all the previous series when I became obsessed with the last series. It is strange that i wasn’t into it much because I have always secretly enjoyed baking. Not the perfect, floral type of baking. The bash some random flavours together, crash, bang and wallop it into the oven kind of baking. The type that comes together easily like these chocolate peanut butter cups.

Chocolate Peanut butter cups

What is even stranger is that about 3 to 4 years ago, me and the husband went to Wales and climbed Mount Snowdon for charity. It was a fantastic day with plenty of banter between the people climbing with us. Then not long after that, I was on my laptop and Bakes by Ali came up on my news feed. I really liked what i was seeing. I think i suggested that he should start hampers because at certain times of the year, people always seem to be looking for them and he seemed really down to earth. Then he began to share some of his recipes and I tried some. I cannot tell you this enough, you HAVE to try his Banoffee and Walnut cake. Also in email exchanges (I was ordering a cake) he was super friendly and humble. Anyway a year later, I realised he had been on GBBO and then another year later the penny finally dropped. I was looking at the pictures of our climb and there he was right next to us. I thought he looked familiar. I had seen him on the TV once and he had climbed snowdon with us! DUH.

Anyhooo, the weather has been interesting lately. I look outside and think woah, it looks hot. I go out and my fingers feel like they might drop off. The night before last, I was really ill. Like really really ill. I was up all night heaving, shivering, i couldn’t catch my breath and I had what can only be described as a piercing headache on the left side. So much so that at 4am i could no longer take it, I stumbled downstairs with my jelly legs and rooted through the medicine and chucked some down my throat. I don’t do medicine. Never. Ever. Unless I am absolutely desperate (like the time my pressure cooker blew up and burnt my arms), I just ride it through (not cos I’m a soldier, just because I don’t like taking medicine). Anyway the following day, still foggy headed, mind like candy floss, head banging, legs shaking, arms aching, stomach churning I made the kids breakfast, because in general mothers just have to get on with it! No one cares mate. The kids certainly don’t. So you either make them breakfast or that headache is about to get worse.

A few hours later my husband returned home early from work and very ill. There is a huge difference between a man being ill and a woman being ill. I would argue that the difference is that men are big wimps. It is also that when men are ill, they will rest. I did think about what message I was sending my brain by not resting whilst ill. Was I saying I wasn’t important enough to rest? After all the work I had done on reminding myself of my importance over the last year but nah..i couldn’t not cook, or finish the laundry. I couldn’t not feed the kids. I had to get on with it. So i did.

The only thing I didn’t mange was to get a post out. As soon as the kids were fed and my son was at nursery, I conked out. So did my daughter. She had no choice. I made sure she went first so she couldn’t wreck the house whilst i was asleep. My husband of course was already resting.

Then in the evening my son became ill. I was feeling signficanlty better by this time so I looked after him and through gritted teeth, my husband too. Don’t get me wrong I love him, but if the man just got up and did something he would slowly get better.  I mean we could all lay in bed all week feeling and making ourselves more ill couldn’t we? Ok I sound like i don’t care right?  Oops. I’m yet to see if he feels any better today. My guess is..NOPE.

Chocolate peanut butter cups
Recipe type: Baking/Dessert
Serves: 12
Chocolate peanut butter cups inspired by Reese's peanut butter cups
  • 100g Peanut butter
  • 1 tbsp icing sugar
  • 200 g Dark chocolate broken into small pieces
  • 50g Milk chocolate broken into small pieces
  • Pinch of salt
  1. Line a 12 hole muffin tray with cup cake cases
  2. Heat the peanut butter, icing sugar and salt for 2 minutes.
  3. Line a tray with baking parchment/greaseproof paper.
  4. Spoon 12 discs of the mixture into small circles, about an inch and a half in diameter onto the paper.
  5. Put the tray into the freezer for 15 minutes.
  6. Meanwhile melt both chocolates by placing a heatproof bowl over a pan of barely simmering water making sure the bowl does not touch the water. Stir occasionally.
  7. Once melted, remove from the heat and spoon 1tsp of chocolate into each cupcake case, pushing the chocolate to the edges. It will set very quickly but to speed up the process and make it a little easier, put it into the freezer for 10 minutes.
  8. Remove the peanut butter and cupcake tray from the freezer.
  9. Put one peanut butter disc into each of the cupcake cases.
  10. Top with 2 tsp of melted chocolate over each peanut butter disc in the cupcake cases. (You may need to reheat the chocolate slightly beforehand but mine was fine).
  11. Put the cupcake tray back into the freezer for 20 minutes.
  12. Enjoy!

Chocolate Peanut butter cups

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