Salvaging Undercooked Peanut Brittle – Anna Marras (2024)

My initial attitude about making peanut brittle was similar to my concept of writing children’s books: Phhh — I can do that. Mix some corn syrup and a handful of peanuts/write a couple of simple sentences and whallah! How hard can it be? Well — I’m in the hands-on-the-ground-I’m-not-worthy position begging mercy again — this time frompeanut brittle chefs. The creative process is not as easy asthey make itlook.

I started the way any self-respecting chef does. I Googled for a recipe with the word “best” in it. Mom’s Best Peanut Brittlerose to the top of the Google chain. The word “mom” offered a comforting bonus.

I ignored the video portion. I didn’t need it. Phh — how hard could it be?

In the text, Amanda, the generous gal who submitted the recipe, said to move quickly to get the mixture out of the pan once it reaches 300 degrees. I didn’t have a candy thermometer, so I tried to guess when it was 300 degrees. I stirred in the butter and baking soda per the instructions and poured it in the pan to cool. I assumed it magically turned the desired peanut brittle color.

Peanut brittle try #1. Too soft

Two hoursof runningin and out of ourcold garage to check the status, I learned it doesn’t.I obviously hadn’t heated the mixture to 300 degrees. (Kind of like somemy half-bakedmanuscripts thatI’ve sent to agents, family, and friends.)

So, I GoogledSalvaging Undercooked Peanut Brittleand followedTiffany’s helpful instructions to throw the pieces back in the pan, turn the heat up and stir, stir, and stir to a raging boil and wait to pour it in the panuntil it reaches300 degrees.I had to take the pan off the burner midway, because I forgot to grease my aluminum foil, but eventually I had a boiling mixture that turned the color of peanut brittle. This looks better, don’t you think?

Ithought so, too. Ipriedthelastgloboff the spoon with my teeth before preparing the spoon for the dishwasher.The mixtureburnt the roof of my mouth. Then, my teeth stuck together and I had to wait until it melted, so I wouldn’t pull off a crown. I had consideredsending some in a care packageto a relative in the nursing home, but I envisioned her pulling out her sloppy upper and lower dentures, cemented together by my peanut brittle…andI changed my mind.

Again, I set the mixture on a shelf in the garage. It did eventually cool enough to break. I was so excitedI put some of it ina holiday bag on my counter and the restin the freezer. The stuff in the bagmelted together to make one big glob. (In the writing stage, this is when I submit the manuscript at draft #781 and I should have waited until draft #962.)

Not to be beaten down by a blob of peanut brittle, I scoured the pans,slopped some butter on morealuminum foil and threw the obstinate concoction on the stove again.

Burnt peanuts — not so tasty. The pan — and my temper— too hot, sothe pan and Ichilledas I chisled the brittle from the burnt pan into a mellower pan. Then, I stirred and stirred and stirred some more — until my right bicep popped out of my shirt.

…andthe tip of my spoon melted.

Now we’re going to die of plastic spoon poisoning.

The concoction hardened immediately and shattered when I looked at itcross. Ta da! I ran up my stairs with the Rocky Balboatheme song in my head. Then I forgot what Iwentthere for.

Hopefully some ofthe peanut brittlewillstay separated enough for our son totaste at his military base.If not, he can throw it in the air for skeet shooting practice.

Peanut brittle Survivor spear

Or, he could tie it to a stick and use it for spear fishing. (I watch Survivor.)

Second thought — there’s not much fishing where he is.

Next year: less peanuts, more patience, a wooden spoon, and a candy thermometer.

Or, maybe I’ll just buypeanut brittlefrom someone else. Then I’llhave ten extra hours to be humbled writing children’s books.