White Chocolate Reese’s Krispie Hearts

White Chocolate Reese’s Krispie Hearts requires around 45 minutes from start to finish. This recipe makes 15 servings with 175 calories, 2g of protein, and 4g of fat each. For 38 cents per serving, this recipe covers 7% of your daily requirements of vitamins and minerals. It works well as a hor d'oeuvre. 10594 people have made this recipe and would make it again. If you have rice krispies cereal, peanut butter, marshmallows, and a few other ingredients on hand, you can make it. It is brought to you by Inside BruCrew Life. All things considered, we decided this recipe deserves a spoonacular score of 41%. This score is good. Try Reese’s Krispie Treats, Reese's Rice Krispie Treat, and White Chocolate Reese’s Brownies for similar recipes.

Servings: 15

 

Ingredients:

3 Tablespoons butter

2 oz. white CandiQuik, melted

1 box Jello white chocolate pudding (3.4 oz.z)

1 bag miniature marshmallows (10 oz.)

15 Reese's peanut butter hearts

6 cups Rice Krispies cereal

Equipment:

sauce pan

frying pan

cookie cutter

Cooking instruction summary:

Place the butter and marshmallows in a large saucepan. Heat and stir on medium heat until melted and smooth. Add the pudding and stir for about 1 minute so the pudding can dissolve. Stir in the cereal.Pour the cereal into a buttered 9x13 pan. Press gently and evenly. Let set about 15 minutes. Use a heart cookie cutter to cut out 15 hearts. Let cool completely.Drizzle the krispie hearts with the melted CandiQuik. Press a Reese's heart on top before the CandiQuik sets. Let set before serving.

 

Step by step:


1. Place the butter and marshmallows in a large saucepan.

2. Heat and stir on medium heat until melted and smooth.

3. Add the pudding and stir for about 1 minute so the pudding can dissolve. Stir in the cereal.

4. Pour the cereal into a buttered 9x13 pan. Press gently and evenly.

5. Let set about 15 minutes. Use a heart cookie cutter to cut out 15 hearts.

6. Let cool completely.

7. Drizzle the krispie hearts with the melted Candi

8. Quik. Press a Reese's heart on top before the Candi

9. Quik sets.

10. Let set before serving.


Nutrition Information:

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174k Calories
1g Protein
4g Total Fat
33g Carbs
3% Health Score
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Calories
174k
9%

Fat
4g
7%

  Saturated Fat
2g
17%

Carbohydrates
33g
11%

  Sugar
19g
21%

Cholesterol
6mg
2%

Sodium
191mg
8%

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Protein
1g
3%

Vitamin E
3mg
21%

Iron
3mg
20%

Folate
69µg
17%

Vitamin A
815IU
16%

Vitamin B12
0.81µg
14%

Vitamin B6
0.27mg
14%

Vitamin B1
0.2mg
13%

Vitamin B3
2mg
11%

Manganese
0.19mg
9%

Vitamin B2
0.15mg
9%

Vitamin C
7mg
9%

Vitamin D
0.74µg
5%

Selenium
2µg
4%

Copper
0.07mg
3%

Phosphorus
24mg
2%

Magnesium
7mg
2%

Zinc
0.23mg
2%

Fiber
0.35g
1%

Potassium
37mg
1%

covered percent of daily need
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