No-Bake Chocolate Peanut Butter Bars

No-Bake Chocolate Peanut Butter Bars requires around 45 minutes from start to finish. For 27 cents per serving, you get a hor d'oeuvre that serves 16. One serving contains 247 calories, 4g of protein, and 17g of fat. 79270 people were impressed by this recipe. It is brought to you by Sallys Baking Addiction. If you have confectioners' sugar, semi sweet chocolate chips, graham cracker crumbs, and a few other ingredients on hand, you can make it. Overall, this recipe earns a not so awesome spoonacular score of 28%. Similar recipes include No-Bake Peanut Butter Chocolate Bars, No Bake Peanut Butter Chocolate Bars, and No bake peanut butter and chocolate bars.

Servings: 16

 

Ingredients:

1 cup (120g) confectioners' (powdered) sugar

3/4 cup + 2 Tablespoons (215g) creamy peanut butter (not natural style)

1 cup graham cracker crumbs (about 8 full sheets)

1/2 cup (115g) salted butter, melted*

1 cup (180g) semi-sweet chocolate chips

Equipment:

aluminum foil

baking pan

bowl

microwave

Cooking instruction summary:

Line a 8x8 or 9x9 square baking pan with aluminum foil. Set aside.In a medium bowl, mix the melted butter, graham cracker crumbs, and powdered sugar together until combined. Stir in 3/4 cup of peanut butter. Spread into prepared baking pan.In a small bowl, microwave 2 Tablespoons of peanut butter with the chocolate chips until melted. Stir until smooth. Spread over peanut butter layer.Chill until completely firm, at least 3 hours. Allow to sit at room temperature for 10 minutes before cutting. Bars stay fresh stored in the refrigerator.  Serve chilled.

 

Step by step:


1. Line a 8x8 or 9x9 square baking pan with aluminum foil. Set aside.In a medium bowl, mix the melted butter, graham cracker crumbs, and powdered sugar together until combined. Stir in 3/4 cup of peanut butter.

2. Spread into prepared baking pan.In a small bowl, microwave 2 Tablespoons of peanut butter with the chocolate chips until melted. Stir until smooth.

3. Spread over peanut butter layer.Chill until completely firm, at least 3 hours. Allow to sit at room temperature for 10 minutes before cutting. Bars stay fresh stored in the refrigerator.  

4. Serve chilled.


Nutrition Information:

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247k Calories
4g Protein
17g Total Fat
20g Carbs
1% Health Score
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Calories
247k
12%

Fat
17g
27%

  Saturated Fat
7g
48%

Carbohydrates
20g
7%

  Sugar
13g
15%

Cholesterol
16mg
5%

Sodium
148mg
6%

Caffeine
9mg
3%

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Protein
4g
9%

Manganese
0.35mg
17%

Magnesium
43mg
11%

Vitamin B3
2mg
10%

Copper
0.21mg
10%

Vitamin E
1mg
10%

Phosphorus
89mg
9%

Fiber
1g
8%

Iron
1mg
7%

Zinc
0.8mg
5%

Potassium
162mg
5%

Vitamin B6
0.08mg
4%

Vitamin A
185IU
4%

Folate
12µg
3%

Selenium
1µg
3%

Vitamin B2
0.04mg
2%

Calcium
18mg
2%

Vitamin B5
0.18mg
2%

Vitamin B1
0.03mg
2%

Vitamin K
1µg
1%

covered percent of daily need
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