Peanut Butter Chocolate Pillow Vegan Cookies Invade My Cookie Jar
Remember a long time ago I had a dream? Well, I didn’t forget about it. Be my child a hoodlum, my career path come to a dead halt, but gosh darn it, I’m making all of those cookies! No, I’m just kidding. I don’t have a career path. Anyway, I think these bad boys may be my new favorite. Chocolate peanut butter lovers beware, Peanut Butter Chocolate Pillows (page 147) are dangerous.
When I was first flipping through the recipes in Vegan Cookies Invade Your Cookie Jar, these definitely stood out to me, but they seemed like they would be time consuming or difficult. “Wait, how did you get that peanut butter inside the chocolate?!” After all, they do head up the chapter titled “Fancy Cookies”. But when I actually took the time to read the recipe rather than judge by the picture (oh, the magic of words), they sounded so easy. These may have been the quickest and simplest I’ve made thus far, in fact. The gooey chocolate dough gets rolled around the firm peanut butter dough and in the oven they go.
If you’re not having fantasies about these cookies by now, you’re crazy! They’re amazing! Like peanut butter cup meets cupcake, falls in love, and has adorable yet delicious babies. Wait, that sounds sort of malicious for a vegan blog… nevermind. What I’m trying to say is holy tofu, these are delicious. And I haven’t even shown you the peanut buttery goodness inside yet.
It would be perfectly healthy if I just had a plate of these for dinner, right? There is one last picture I have to include because it cracks me up. It’s another grey day, and I was fighting to find some natural light, about to use the old chair trick, thinking maybe I could crop the chair out later. No sooner could I pull up the chair than my son’s baby senses start tingling and he realized there were cookies within his range of grasp. He ran for them as fast as his 2 year old legs could carry him yelling “WOW, COOKIE, WOW!” I snapped this blurring, unattractive picture while giggling out of control. And I had to give him a piece of one even though it’s before lunch; his wild enthusiasm melts my sugar-restricting heart.