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Cookies to change your life

Let's get real for a second.

Sometimes you need a cookie. But not some crappy dry cookie. You need that perfect cookie that's a delicate mix of salty and sweet.

We have found that cookie.

We. Found. THE. Cookie.

It's here. That's the holy grail of cookie recipes. The best part? It's a recipe for cookies for 2. As in we don't have 5 dozen cookies laying around (CURSES!), and we could indulge in moderation.

Granted, I wanted to smack my husband's plate out of his hands and eat his cookies off the floor, but whatever…

Oh you like them cookies??
Yeah, OK, I was giving him the side eye. Or at least his cookies. And that's not some shady euphemism, this is a family blog! A family blog that's really passionate about cookies, anyway...


So, I'm really proud of us that we even sought out a recipe for cookies for only 2. You know, instead of the typical 2-5 dozen. Hello self-control! I've made a new policy that we can't keep sweet stuff in the house. Cakes, cookies, ice cream… None of it. If it's around. I will destroy it.

Seriously, this is the story of my life. 
It's for the best interest of everyone around that we don't keep it in the house. There's stuff to make things like the Holy Grail of Cookies, but that requires effort, and thankfully I'm not always into effort-making when it comes to junk food. But Heaven help me if it's readily available…

Anyway. I succeeded in moderation with the most amazing cookies I've ever had, annnd I found the recipe to end all cookie recipes.

Bully for me!

xo
A Redhead

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  1. Mmm now I want one. Aaand the hungry hippos pic is perfect :-)

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    1. You should probably make some. They're amazing. The rest of the night I kept looking at Beardy and saying "Aw, remember that time we had the best cookies in the whole world?"

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  2. I second Abbey - best picture ever. And I want to make those cookies. For 2 dozen...

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    1. That picture made me cackle in quite the silly fashion. =P

      Sooo we may have made the cookie recipe again, but double it and used a small cookie scoop to make them. I think it made over a dozen. =P But it was for a party so it's not like we sat around with them in our laps!!

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