Even though I've been eating these since I was a kid, my daughter and I can't figure out what to call them. They never had a name growing up, but you would think that Santa and the Easter Bunny were sitting in our living room every time Mom announced we were having...whatever the hell they're called. Actually, that's kind of a bad example. The Easter Bunny sitting your living room? I think I'd have to pick my kids off the ceiling and call for an underwear change. Freaky. Mom would make these on nights when she and my dad were going out because it was so easy to pull together, and this was long before Country Crock got serious about putting mashed potatoes in a tub along with a full pound … [Read more...]
