A couple of months ago, the universe felt I needed to gain some weight.
Two things happened:
1. My brother-in-law sent us a 31lb box of Runts.
Yes. You read it right, and I typed it right.
Thirty. One. Pounds.
Just looking at the box induces sore stomachs and the gag reflex.
2. My sister-in-law walked through our front door with roughly thirty of above pictured, sigh-inducing, eye-rolling, speech-stopping works of dreamy, chocolatey, baked perfection.
We went from thirty cookies to ten in roughly three hours.
There were only four of us home. . .one of whom was a 2.5 year old who only managed two – double fisting, I might add – but still, only two.
Who was the lucky buzzard who got seven?!!
I can’t really describe the pure, animalistic satisfaction that takes over your every sense when you bite into one of these cookies.
“Cookies” is not even the right word.
It was quite humorous, actually, to watch the boys take their first bites.
They literally couldn’t speak. Their eyes bulged out of their heads, and my oldest one, as he chewed, and experienced, just kept pointing at the “cookie” and looking at me with these big, questioning eyes that said, “What IS this?!”
Big Guy: “Mom! What is IN those? No. Really. What did you put in there?!”
I stood giggling at his reaction.
Middle Guy: “That is AWESOME!” (followed by a slightly maniacle giggle).
Big Guy: “Right?! Holy Cow! That’s Frickin’ Awesome!”
Middle Guy: genuine nod of full-fledged approval and a doe-eyed, chocolate smeared, mutter of, *sigh*, “Yeah. . .Floppin’ awesome. . . .”
So, of course, I text-ed Sister-in-law immediately and asked her if I could blog about them.
And here you go.
I strongly urge you to bake these for your Christmas Cookie gift selection.
Your friends will thank you. Repeatedly.
After I wrote out Sister-in-Law’s recipe I realized a crucial and wonderful thing. She doubled the chocolate in a double chocolate chocolate chip cookie.
That IS some down right true and genuine floppin’ awesomeness!!