Anyway, I made these things last weekend and followed all the directions, and they looked and smelled just heavenly, and then came time to cut them into the nice little bars. I got out my trusty big chef’s nice and made a nice slice down the middle.
C R A C K!
They broke apart into two uneven hunks, with some smaller chunks breaking off the the bigger pieces. Hey!! What happened to my nice even no-bake-cashew brittle-bars??? I tried again, working on the bigger of the two uneven hunks. Same thing. So at the end of the whole process I ended up with what I am now calling cashew brittle chunks. That’s when the Southern husband walked into the kitchen. I guess I was looking a little aggravated, and I did have a big knife in my hand at the time, and he catches on really quickly…so he asked me ever-so-gently if there was anything wrong?
I launched into a whole rant about bars and chunks and following directions and what the picture looked like and what MY version looked like and at some point during my whole monologue I realized that he was nodding…and eating. And eating. And eating. Now, the Southern husband is not a big one for sweets. He’ll eat a cookie if I hand it to him, but he doesn’t seek them out. (I know. I’m not sure what’s wrong with him. It’s just not normal.) But he was munching away on those chunks, and so I picked up my own piece.
Oh my goodness. They might not be beautiful, but they sure do have a nice personality. YUM. They are like the love child of a granola bar and traditional nut brittle. Sweet and crunchy and just a tiny bit chewy and full of that sweet molasses and salty cashew taste. Now, if you (or I) really did want them to come out in organized, even little square shapes, the trick would be to cut them up after they had cooled just enough to handle, but not so much that they were fully hardened. I’d say a good ten minutes in the fridge would do it…cut them up and then pop them back in to finish hardening. I will try that next time, because there WILL be a next time. It might ruin the Southern husband’s reputation but I must tell you that he ate all but one chunk that day. All but one.
Who leaves just ONE? I ask you now.
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Oh my goodness…one word describes these little delights…YUM!!! Personally, I like the idea of them being pop in your mouth size! Definitely going to try these very soon. Thanks for sharing!
When I saw the word CRACK, I was thinking you meant these were like crack, the drug, but then reread the top of your post and realized….whoops! Sounds like they might be a little bit addicting though, lol!
It's SO funny that you mention that, because I have a recipe for something called "Crack Pie" that is called that because it is theoretically so addictive! I will make it soon and blog it if if really IS all it is "cracked" up to be.
I wish we could keep cashews a secret from others, and I wish they weren't so expensive – 'coz I'm crazy about cashews too! This brittle looks deadly and addictive!