My wife and I made Rice Krispies Treats last weekend. Throughout the process, I thought of Mom. I can't remember any specific time that Mom and I made them, but I also never made them with anyone else. They were always one of my favorite treats when I was a kid, and I loved the first few days after we made them and they were still gooey and soft.
This most recent batch was a dud. They turned into a block of concrete within a couple hours. The internet tells me we probably did three things wrong. First, I pressed them too hard when I was putting them into the pan. Really you just want to let the mixture find its own way and shape. Second, not enough marshmallows and butter. Third, marshmallows were probably too old.
I want to make the Rice Krispies Treats again. I want to see if I can make them the way they turned out when Mom was the head chef. But I know that no matter how they turn out, they'll always make me miss Mom.