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Christmas Coal for Stockings - A Recipe

We all know I've been a bad boy this year. I also tend to hang out with a lot of degenerate children. That's why I figured I better track down a recipe for coal for your stockings.

I've seen "coal for your stocking" hard candy being sold in stores, however, I just paid for $3000 worth of orthodontia and have another $3000 on the schedule for next year. Therefore, I won't be buying my children gigantic chunks of sugar any time soon.

Furthermore, candy coal generally tastes like black licorice. The only member of my family that likes the taste is my mother-in-law. I'm not stupid enough to give her coal her stocking. There are some mother-in-law jokes that don't go over well. My guess is this is one of them.

So how do I give my children coal their socks?

Once again... I give you the Christmas miracle that is the Internet...

Recipe for Christmas Coal

1/4 cup butter
10.5 ounce bag mini marshmallows
1/8 tsp. black icing color**
4 cups rice cereal
In a large pot melt butter and add marshmallows. Stir until melted, add black color and mix in well. Add rice cereal and stir until blended. Drop by small spoonfuls onto parchment paper. Be sure they are in odd shapes. Cool. Place 3 in a small cellophane bag and tie with ribbon.
**Be sure you are using Wilton’s Black Icing Color (not black icing/gel in the tube). It is the gel form in a tiny canister. It may also say concentrated paste. This can be found in the cake decorating section of craft/grocery stores.

A big thanks to Robin Sue at Big Red Kitchen, who published this two years ago. You can read her original post here:  Advent Day 1: Christmas Coal

Okay, bad girls and boys, enjoy giving these gag gifts.  We all know someone that deserves a few lumps.

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