Picture a family function. The table is spread with an array of goodies. My mother arrived with a crystal plate full of her newest creation. My jaw dropped, and my sister announced how good the treats looked. The problem was they resembled something her seven cats left behind in the litter box. Chocolate covered logs with who knows what inside. Later, after my mother's thirty minute explanation, we found out they have peanut butter and that "crunchy rice cereal" inside. The recipe said to roll the dough mixture into one-inch balls, but she didn't want to waste her time rolling forty of them, so she shaped them into logs. With any future family functions, we always asked each other: "Hey, is mom bringing the Turds?"