Rocky Road Candies

Rocky Road Candies is a gluten free hor d'oeuvre. This recipe makes 24 servings with 295 calories, 6g of protein, and 16g of fat each. For 42 cents per serving, this recipe covers 7% of your daily requirements of vitamins and minerals. It is a very reasonably priced recipe for fans of European food. If you have butter, sweetened condensed milk, semisweet chocolate chips, and a few other ingredients on hand, you can make it. This recipe is liked by 105 foodies and cooks. From preparation to the plate, this recipe takes roughly 2 hours and 10 minutes. It is brought to you by Allrecipes. Taking all factors into account, this recipe earns a spoonacular score of 31%, which is rather bad. If you like this recipe, you might also like recipes such as Rocky Road Cashew Candies, Rocky Road Brownies, and Rocky Road Brownies.

Servings: 24

Preparation duration: 5 minutes

Cooking duration: 5 minutes

 

Ingredients:

1/8 cup butter

2 1/2 cups dry-roasted peanuts

1 (16 ounce) package miniature marshmallows

1 (12 ounce) package semisweet chocolate chips

1 (14 ounce) can sweetened condensed milk

Equipment:

baking pan

wax paper

microwave

bowl

frying pan

Cooking instruction summary:

Line a 9 x 13 inch pan with wax paper. In a microwave-safe bowl, microwave chocolate and butter until melted. Stir occasionally until chocolate is smooth. Stir in condensed milk. Combine peanuts and marshmallows; stir into chocolate mixture. Pour into prepared pan and chill until firm. Cut into squares. Kitchen-Friendly View

 

Step by step:


1. Line a 9 x 13 inch pan with wax paper.

2. In a microwave-safe bowl, microwave chocolate and butter until melted. Stir occasionally until chocolate is smooth. Stir in condensed milk.

3. Combine peanuts and marshmallows; stir into chocolate mixture.

4. Pour into prepared pan and chill until firm.

5. Cut into squares.


Nutrition Information:

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295k Calories
6g Protein
15g Total Fat
35g Carbs
2% Health Score
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Calories
295k
15%

Fat
15g
24%

  Saturated Fat
5g
36%

Carbohydrates
35g
12%

  Sugar
25g
29%

Cholesterol
9mg
3%

Sodium
152mg
7%

Caffeine
12mg
4%

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Protein
6g
12%

Manganese
0.52mg
26%

Copper
0.3mg
15%

Magnesium
57mg
14%

Phosphorus
136mg
14%

Vitamin B3
2mg
11%

Fiber
2g
10%

Vitamin E
1mg
9%

Iron
1mg
7%

Selenium
5µg
7%

Zinc
1mg
7%

Potassium
245mg
7%

Calcium
65mg
7%

Folate
24µg
6%

Vitamin B1
0.09mg
6%

Vitamin B2
0.09mg
5%

Vitamin B5
0.39mg
4%

Vitamin B6
0.05mg
3%

Vitamin B12
0.1µg
2%

Vitamin A
80IU
2%

Vitamin K
1µg
1%

covered percent of daily need
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