A deliciously chocolaty treat, these peanut clusters are made in a slow cooker. They couldn’t be simpler to make and while they cook you can read the Christmas poem MiMi wrote!
‘Twas the week before Christmas, when in MiMi’s house
She had a dusting of flour all over her blouse.
The sweets in her sunroom just weren’t quite there,
There are traditions to keep to show my family I care.
With cookies and candies my loved ones want fed,
“I must get these baked,” to her husband she said.
“Our children look forward to chocolates and nuts,
And there must be some Chex mix- No ifs ands or buts.”
So onward she trudged with this baking and chatter,
The messes she made just didn’t matter.
Around the kitchen she ran in a flash,
Keeping an eye on the cookies or they’d burn into ash.
There’s a strawberry shortcakepien almost ready to go,
And white hot chocolate cookies down below.
When what to her wondering eyes should appear,
But a new recipe to try for those MiMi holds dear.
Of course, she must change it a wee little bit,
So into her crockpot the ingredients will fit.
There’s peanuts, three chocolates and peanut butter chips,
Oh, she hopes all these sweets won’t go to her hips.
At this rate she’ll never get to her bed.
But another new recipe just popped in her head.
For white chocolate peanut butter candy nests
This new treat just might be the one they like best!
Now chow mein noodles!
Now peanut butter!
Now white chocolate chips!
On miniature marshmallows!
On peanuts! That’s it.
Into the crockpot the ingredients must fall,
These will be loved by her family and all.
As Christmas time is drawing near,
She is beginning to realize there’s nothing to fear.
The candies are dropped in nice little mounds,
And those that she dipped are sure to astound!
Then in a twinkling, Pops came into the room,
And offered to clean with a dustpan and broom.
MiMi was happy as she turned around
And a sweet little kiss on Pops’ cheek could be found.
She was dressed in her apron from her chin to her toes,
And she even had chocolate on the tip of her nose.
Now her sunroom was full of many good sweets,
And Pops had the kitchen all tidy and neat.
His eyes, how they twinkled, when the thought entered his head,
MiMi would soon be getting ready for bed.
His cute little smile was hard to hide,
Which cookie to try would be hard to decide.
Biting his tongue to disguise his smile,
He hoped to be alone in a very short while.
She laughed when she saw him, in spite of herself,
He looked like a sneaky version of Santa himself.
A wink of her eye let him know he had nothing to dread,
And a plateful of treats Pops soon would be fed.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to the table,
And ate them all as soon as he was able.
He placed both his hands on his happy full tummy,
And told MiMi that each sweet was so yummy.
He sprang to his feet, to his wife he was grateful,
Because he was so happy she gave him a plateful.
And she heard him exclaim as she turned in for the night,
Honey, this Christmas will be just right!