Yes, more cookies for the fire station. I saw these here, and haven't been able to stop thinking about them. I am a dedicated milk chocolate avoider, but even that part sounded so good--Peanut Butter Cookies with Milk Chocolate Chunks.
I made them late last night and ate one while blogging about rotisserie chicken. I'm usually not a late-night snacker (popcorn being the exception), but couldn't resist. They are very flat, so aren't the prettiest things in the world. But oh-so-buttery, chewy, I-shouldn't-be-eating-these good.
The only part about blogging that's a chore for me is writing down or copying the recipe. If it's my own concoction, I have to work pretty hard to remember what I put in and how I did it. If it's someone else's recipe, I'm always worried I'll forget to pass on the most essential part. So I'm taking a break today and just directing you straight to Foodgal's recipe, which she got from the Baked cookbook. That's another cookbook I want someday. Goodies from there seem to be showing up everywhere. I've just been on a 5-year hiatus from buying cookbooks in an effort to save space (and my marriage), but I'm starting to covet them again. Our house is so small that it's literally a trial to bring home another book. And we've turned every available inch into built-in bookshelves. I hope Yancey never decides to become a bookworm, too. We'll have to suspend our beds from the ceiling. Do you have this cookbook conundrum? Do you go online for recipes? Get cookbooks from the library? In my need to live simply, I'm trying not to accumulate, but I'm always making exceptions for books, it seems...How do you deal with that?
Hopefully you'll contemplate it while eating cookies.