Butterscotch Snack Cake

Butterscotch Snack Cake might be just the hor d'oeuvre you are searching for. This recipe makes 12 servings with 345 calories, 3g of protein, and 6g of fat each. For 76 cents per serving, this recipe covers 5% of your daily requirements of vitamins and minerals. It is a very affordable recipe for fans of Southern food. If you have butterscotch chips, pecans, milk, and a few other ingredients on hand, you can make it. 10 people have made this recipe and would make it again. From preparation to the plate, this recipe takes around 45 minutes. It is brought to you by Allrecipes. With a spoonacular score of 17%, this dish is rather bad. Users who liked this recipe also liked Butterscotch Peach Snack Cake, Gluten-Free Chocolate Snack Cake with Creamy Butterscotch Frosting, and Butterscotch Pumpkin Cake with Butterscotch Icing.

Servings: 12

Preparation duration: 10 minutes

Cooking duration: 35 minutes

 

Ingredients:

1 (11 ounce) package butterscotch chips

1 (3.5 ounce) package cook and serve butterscotch pudding mix

2 cups milk

1/2 cup chopped pecans or walnuts

1 (18.25 ounce) package yellow cake mix

Equipment:

sauce pan

baking pan

toothpicks

wire rack

Cooking instruction summary:

In a large saucepan, combine pudding mix and milk. Bring to a boil over medium heat, stirring constantly. Remove from the heat; stir in dry cake mix. Pour into a greased 13-in. x 9-in. x 2-in. baking pan. Sprinkle with butterscotch chips and nuts. Bake at 350 degrees F for 35-40 minutes or until a toothpick inserted near the center comes out clean. Cool on a wire rack.

 

Step by step:


1. In a large saucepan, combine pudding mix and milk. Bring to a boil over medium heat, stirring constantly.

2. Remove from the heat; stir in dry cake mix.

3. Pour into a greased 13-in. x 9-in. x 2-in. baking pan. Sprinkle with butterscotch chips and nuts.

4. Bake at 350 degrees F for 35-40 minutes or until a toothpick inserted near the center comes out clean. Cool on a wire rack.


Nutrition Information:

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186k Calories
1g Protein
5g Total Fat
33g Carbs
1% Health Score
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Calories
186k
9%

Fat
5g
8%

  Saturated Fat
1g
10%

Carbohydrates
33g
11%

  Sugar
29g
33%

Cholesterol
6mg
2%

Sodium
171mg
7%

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Protein
1g
3%

Manganese
0.19mg
9%

Calcium
50mg
5%

Vitamin B2
0.08mg
5%

Phosphorus
46mg
5%

Vitamin D
0.53µg
4%

Vitamin B1
0.05mg
3%

Copper
0.06mg
3%

Vitamin B12
0.18µg
3%

Selenium
1µg
3%

Zinc
0.36mg
2%

Magnesium
9mg
2%

Potassium
73mg
2%

Vitamin A
94IU
2%

Vitamin B5
0.19mg
2%

Fiber
0.45g
2%

Vitamin B6
0.02mg
1%

covered percent of daily need
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