They come and stare down into the depths of my little bubble-shaped home and feel pity for me. You can omit the milk if you like - the cookies just won't spread out as much - you'll get a squatter, chubbier cookie of sorts 😁 Lower the oven temp to 325, and increase bake time to about 15 minutes. If you want to sub honey for white sugar, use 1/3 cup honey in place of the 1/2 cup white sugar. Allow cookies to cool for 5 minutes on the baking sheet before transferring to a wire rack to continue cooling. Drop with a cookie scoop onto a parchment paper lined baking sheet, and bake for 10-12 minutes. Slowly add the dry ingredient mixture to the butter mixture until well incorporated. In a separate bowl, cream together butter, peanut butter, and sugars until smooth - about 2 minutes. Mix oats, flour, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, coffee, cocoa, and fiber powder in a bowl. So so so good dunked in your morning cup of coffee 😋 Cup o' Joe Cookies 1 1/2 cups quick oats 1/2 cup all purpose flour 1/2 tsp baking soda 1/4 tsp salt 1 tsp cinnamon (double is tasty, also!) 1 Tbsp finely ground coffee (I have doubled, tripled, or even quadrupled) 1/2 cup cocoa 1/4 cup fiber powder (optional) 1/2 cup softened unsalted butter 1/2 cup creamy peanut butter 1/2 cup white sugar 1/2 cup lightly packed brown sugar 1 large egg 1 tsp vanilla 3 Tbsp milk Preheat oven to 350*.
These are an oatmeal peanut butter cookie that have been jazzed up with cinnamon, cocoa, and coffee. The product of an amalgamation of two different cookie recipes, with my own variations and personal twists. A quiet fell inside my soul on those blackout shower nights.
“ But you go there, you go there…” Understood by the water on my skin, the porcelain pressing against my feet, the steam rising and condensing on the ceiling. Cold milk turning warm as I roll it around my tongue, then calming and homey on the back of my throat at a time when I ached for familiar sounds of crickets and the smell of tomatoes on the vine, the presence of the people who matter the most. Imagining what the people in the next building over are doing with their evening. Wet head resting on the window sill, pondering all the wires and cables and dumpsters and broken asphalt that is the alley outside the apartment. “ Tell ‘em what you’re here for, you don’t know…” Lights out so no one could see me through the window in the shower, open to the hot, July night. Sometimes with a shot of Bailey’s, sometimes without. Glass of cold milk on the corner of the tub. Nostalgia imparted through a song I’ve never even heard before… My mind sees the days I used to shower in the dark in my first apartment. She wanted time itself to stand still, if only they could live out this summer for the rest of their days. She wanted to live forever on the back of Jesse’s bike, arms circled around his waist, wind giving her goosebumps up both arms. She didn’t want the future to come but knew she was hopeless to stop it coming.
What she feared was moving on and growing up and life moving faster than the asphalt flying beneath her feet. What she feared was losing the best friend she’d ever had. She didn’t fear the scorching exhaust pipes mere inches from her legs. She didn’t fear the wind thrumming in her ears. She didn’t fear the road signs whizzing past her at 60 miles per hour. As they made their way home, Amy clung to Jesse for dear life. Into fifth gear, the bike was singing now.
Third gear, fourth gear, they were gaining speed. Clutch in, up to second, clutch out and throttle. Clutch in, down into first, clutch out and throttle. Amy planted her feet on the pegs and watched in the dark as Jesse maneuvered the bike out of the marina parking lot and onto the road. With a push of the starter button and gentle twist of the throttle, the bike roared to life. Jesse turned the key, flipped the engine switch on, and twisted the petcock straight down. “Okay.” They took in the night a few moments more, then grabbed their shoes and headed for the bike.
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