Butterfingers play a starring role in one of my earliest memories: My dad came home from work, I ran to greet him in the kitchen, he scooped me up and pulled a Butterfinger from the inside pocket of his denim jacket. That’s probably one of the reasons it’s my favorite candy bar. And also I really like the way the unearthly orange stuff within kind of crackles and bursts when you bite into it. It’s not a candy bar for those who have an aversion to crumbs. It is, however, a candy bar for those who believe in deliciousness.

Is it any surprise that “Make Butterfingers” hopped onto my Mighty List minutes after I saw Plain Chicken’s recipe for them? No, no it is not.

What is a surprise is that it took me so long to notice that I had all three ingredients that the recipe requires on hand. Yeah, that’s right: All three ingredients. Candy corn, peanut butter and chocolate. This recipe really couldn’t be easier.

First, you melt some candy corn in the microwave. The Plain Chicken recipe says you need a pound, but I didn’t have a pound left from Halloween. This is the best use I’ve ever found for the stuff, but apparently someone in my household feels otherwise. The candy corn supplies were pretty low.

Once the candy corn is melted, stir in some peanut butter. Again, the recipe called for a pound. I just used equal parts melted candy corn + PB. You’ll need to some strength and fast hands to stir them together, because the candy corn starts to harden again pretty quickly.

Once the candy corn and peanut butter are well blended, you pour the mixture into a parchment-lined pan. Then you walk away and ignore it for awhile. Which is for the best, because right now it looks like something you don’t want to eat.

After waiting a little while (an hour, maybe? I don’t remember), I flipped the mixture out onto a cutting board and sliced it into not-terribly-huge bars. Then I melted some Wilton chocolate Candy Melts and coated them. I think chocolate chips would work, too, but I had the Wilton stuff leftover from making Pete’s birthday cake.

The bars look delightfully flaky in the middle, but in fact they are not so crumbly. They’re much chewier than a “real” Butterfinger. They taste good, but I missed the crispity-crunchity texture. Rockford and the kids loved them. (Although Rockford did mourn the candy corn. Weirdo.)