Reese's.
Chocolate.
Cookies.
Who doesn't love chocolate?
Ok, don't answer that. I have a brother-in-law that doesn't like chocolate.
We considered not letting him into the family on that one downfall alone.
After a quick poll of all involved though, we decided my sister may still like him, that un-american chocolate not liker. I was going to say hater but that sounds harsh...so does un-american...ok, he likes apple pie so I guess he can keep his american title but the chocolate not liker title is sticking around.
Back to the super gooey, impossible to eat just one chocolate cookies.
These are my husband's all time favorite cookies ever. Until he tells me of his new favorite. He has many favorites. This however is the grand daddy of all cookies in his opinion. I do have to agree, they are scrumptious.
When I whip up a batch of these, they are gone in no time.
That is if the dough is not gone first.
Before I know it I have a swarm of spoons scooping a whole buncha dough up.
The small amount of dough that is left gets cooked and in theory would cool on a rack.
Then sit beautifully on display in an equally beautiful cake stand.
Well, that is in theory anyway.
I just don't have the heart to embarrass the measly few cookies that are not chosen to be eaten in the first few minuets of emerging from the toasty warm oven to sit on a cake stand all alone, reminding me of that awful time in gym class being one of the last kids picked for a team.
I can't do it.
So, this time I quickly piled them up and they went for a photo shoot before anyone was the wiser.
Okay, the secret's out. He swoops into the kitchen, very stealth like, grabs a plate full of warm cookies, pours a huge glass of ice cold milk and disappears.
And, to add to the extra specialness of this cookie. Check out the typewriter typed, hole punched with hole reinforcers from a sweet cookbook created by my mother-in-law as a wedding present.
Happy, happy, happy.
Que the music, Pharrell Williams I'm so happy!
Because I'm happy
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
Because I'm happy
Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
Because I'm happy
Clap along if you know what happiness is to you
Because I'm happy
Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do
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