Toffee Ritz Bars

Toffee Ritz Bars might be just the hor d'oeuvre you are searching for. This recipe serves 16. One serving contains 323 calories, 4g of protein, and 16g of fat. For 62 cents per serving, this recipe covers 6% of your daily requirements of vitamins and minerals. A mixture of ritz crackers, semi sweet chocolate chips, toffee bits, and a handful of other ingredients are all it takes to make this recipe so delicious. Plenty of people made this recipe, and 1479 would say it hit the spot. From preparation to the plate, this recipe takes roughly 45 minutes. It is brought to you by Bakerita. Overall, this recipe earns a not so awesome spoonacular score of 32%. Addicting Buttery Chocolate Covered Ritz Toffee (aka...Christmas Crack), Ritz Reese’s S’mores Bars, and Salted Caramel Ritz Bars are very similar to this recipe.

Servings: 16

 

Ingredients:

1 (11.3 oz) box Ritz crackers

1 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips

1 (14 oz.) can sweetened condensed milk

1 (8 oz.) bag Heath toffee bits with milk chocolate

Equipment:

food processor

oven

frying pan

bowl

offset spatula

Cooking instruction summary:

Preheat oven to 350F. Line and grease a 9x9 inch pan.In a food processor (or a Ziplock bag), crush the Ritz crackers until they are fine crumbs. Transfer to a large bowl and mix with toffee bits and sweetened condensed milk until fully combined. Press evenly into the prepared pan.Bake for 20 minutes. Remove from oven and sprinkle evenly with chocolate chips. Return to oven for 1-2 minutes or until the chocolate chips are melted. Spread the chocolate over the bars with an offset spatula. Allow to cool. Cut into 16 squares.

 

Step by step:


1. Preheat oven to 350F. Line and grease a 9x9 inch pan.In a food processor (or a Ziplock bag), crush the Ritz crackers until they are fine crumbs.

2. Transfer to a large bowl and mix with toffee bits and sweetened condensed milk until fully combined. Press evenly into the prepared pan.

3. Bake for 20 minutes.

4. Remove from oven and sprinkle evenly with chocolate chips. Return to oven for 1-2 minutes or until the chocolate chips are melted.

5. Spread the chocolate over the bars with an offset spatula. Allow to cool.

6. Cut into 16 squares.


Nutrition Information:

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322k Calories
4g Protein
15g Total Fat
41g Carbs
1% Health Score
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Calories
322k
16%

Fat
15g
24%

  Saturated Fat
7g
49%

Carbohydrates
41g
14%

  Sugar
28g
31%

Cholesterol
23mg
8%

Sodium
228mg
10%

Caffeine
9mg
3%

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Protein
4g
9%

Phosphorus
151mg
15%

Manganese
0.26mg
13%

Calcium
113mg
11%

Vitamin K
11µg
11%

Vitamin B2
0.17mg
10%

Iron
1mg
9%

Copper
0.17mg
8%

Selenium
5µg
8%

Vitamin B1
0.12mg
8%

Magnesium
30mg
8%

Vitamin E
0.94mg
6%

Vitamin B3
1mg
6%

Fiber
1g
5%

Potassium
186mg
5%

Vitamin A
235IU
5%

Zinc
0.67mg
4%

Folate
17µg
4%

Vitamin B5
0.31mg
3%

Vitamin B12
0.14µg
2%

Vitamin B6
0.03mg
1%

covered percent of daily need
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