Today I bring to you a story on my peanut butter cookies.
I found this really great peanut butter cookie recipe where you can decorate them and I was very excited (I was, of course, already modifying the recipe).
So I immediately called my eight year old sister and asked her if she wanted to decorate them with me on my day off.
Sounds great right now, huh? This is my cookie story and how you better be careful, because you don't want to let yourself make the Law of Attraction go haywire.
You will soon see how it all plays in to the story.
It honestly all started with the fact that I could not find the cookie cutter I wanted (I know it is a little out of season right now to find cookie cutters).
That's when I started getting frustrated.
I finally did go to the Dollar Store and found the oddest collection of cookie cutters.
I think there was apples, fish, a dog, some weird shapes I couldn't figure out, and a cat..
..
..
I knew that was the one.
My sister loves cats.
Apparently the frustration carried on into my day off.
Now the vibrations were really flying (and not necessarily in a good way).
I got up that morning and I had a bunch of stuff to do, because I am not getting a second day off this week and I am trying to do more than I can handle.
So I make the dough in the morning and find out that I have to refrigerate it for two hours.
So, I wait the two hours (that I felt I didn't have).
Then I put a couple trays of them in the oven.
I then realize that I have to leave in thirty minutes.
So, I take the top tray out and I saw that they were not done yet.
I put them back in.
Then I smell the burning in the kitchen.
Meanwhile, everyone is rushing around the kitchen trying to get ready.
I pull out the burning tray and now I am really upset.
What follows is the fire alarms start to go off.
Not thinking right I am fanning the cookies.
My mom yells over the alarm, "fan the alarms, not the cookies.
" I yell, "which ones?" She says, "the fire alarms.
" I finally yell, "I can't hear you, be more specific.
I don't know where they are.
" At that point I realized that I had just yelled at my mother and that I was being ridiculous.
After I apologized I realized how much easier it could have been if I hadn't been so frustrated.
I needed more patience and I could have done the cookie part when we got home.
I will of feltmore at peace if I had.
So, I let the whole thing go and later my little sister and I had an absolute blast decorating the cookies (the ones that survived the oven disaster of '08) and they were the best peanut butter cookies ever.
My mom doesn't even like peanut butter cookies, but she couldn't get enough of these.
Here is the recipe: Ingredients: 1 cup of butter softened, 1 cup of creamy peanut butter, 1 cup packed brown sugar, 2/3 cup light corn syrup, 2 eggs, 2 cups all-purpose flour, 2 cups all-wheat flour, 3 tsp baking powder, 1/4 tsp salt, and decorating icing.
1) In a large mixing bowl, cream the butter, peanut butter and brown sugar until light and fluffy.
Beat in the corn syrup and eggs.
Combine the flours, baking powder and salt; gradually add the creamed mixture.
Cover and refrigerate for 2 hours or until easy to handle.
2) On a lightly floured surface, roll out dough to 1/8 in.
thickness.
Cut with a floured cat-shaped cookie cutter.
Use metal spatula to get off counter.
Place 2 in.
apart on ungreased cookie sheets.
3) Bake at 350 degrees for 10-12 minutes or until set.
Remove to wire racks to cool.
Using gel or frosting, decorate each cat with a face, ears, whiskers, and a bow tie (tails and paws if you want to).
They are really yummy and I hope you enjoy them!