Oh man, these balls are amazeballs. It all started when Belinda was in hospital. Her road to recovery was long and her appetite was lost and so the dietician prescribed some highly processed protein bars to rebuild her strength. These bars were sadly lacking in both taste and appeal and before long, Belinda had made her own uneaten protein bar mountain. We asked for other suggestions, of which peanut butter was (my favourite) one and so I set about making a peanut butter based snack that would tickle the patient’s fancy.
I had just overhauled my pantry (excuse me while I shine my halo,) and had had a massive clear out so basically I used what I had and the result was ridiculously delicious. I took them to the hospital quick smart because I couldn’t have them in the house – they were way too irresistible! When I got to the hospital, poor Belinda was all kinds of crook, the poor love. There’s nothing worse than seeing someone you love suffering, although seeing someone you love going right off their food comes a close second. After picking at a hospital lunch, Belinda said she’d try just a bit of one of these balls and something amazing happened. Colour came back to her cheeks, she smiled a big smile and she took a little bit more, and a bit more and a bit more. She was packing in the protein with these balls.
“Oh gee, these taste just like a Snickers bar, only better,” professed Belinda and so that’s how the name for these bl...