Currently eating Rice Krispies Treats like an obese motherfucker.
Seriously can't stop shoveling these into my mouth. It's better than homemade. Years ago, my mom delved into making these after being drafted by the PTA for my 3rd grade sister's class snack. She probably took Rice Krispies and marshmallows as fucked up 쌀 and 떡. I vividly remember my mom throwing the Krispies, butter, and marshmallows into a pot on high and mixing the gargantuan mess with chopsticks, as if in the end, we could plate and garnish it with some 파 to make it all better. That pot was ruined...therefore we still have it and use it religiously. The Brillo pad is life's "Undo."
Afterwards, mother seemed to take a liking to these treats and thought it'd be perfectly fine to do the same with every possible cereal we bought. Meaning Cheerio Treats. Smacks Treats. Apple Jacks Treats. Blasphemy. Somewhere along the way, she stopped and we moved into our frozen chicken nugget phase. But if someone made me a rock-hard brick of Corn Pops Treats, I'd probably take them as my new best friend. Gotta have my pops.
