I might have been a little tipsy when I made these.
Not drunk like I would be after Sheila’s bourbonade but a little two-Blue-Moons-at-happy-hour buzz.
The only reason I’m sharing this with you is so that if Mama Pea shows up at my door yelling at me for de-veganizing her famous dough balls, I can use intoxication as my excuse.
Every time I make cookies I basically have to body check Kelly away from the bowl so that she doesn’t eat all the dough. Or if I’m feeling nice I specifically set some aside for her, because when it comes down to it she prefers that to the cookies themselves. Maybe she’s not into the whole burning your taste buds by eating them straight out of the oven thing? I can’t imagine why.
So even though I’m invincible and will never get salmonella poisoning from eating pounds of raw cookie dough in all different flavors, I decided to save my eggs and try these dough balls.
As I was beginning to assemble these magical creations, I heard Molly walking into the kitchen and I yelled IT’S FRIDAY I’M ALLOWED TO BE BAKING. As if she would chastise me for providing baked goods for everyone to accompany our Keystones. Classy.
As I said, I de-veganized these. I wish I could be vegan, but realistically I love cheese too much. And I go through a gallon of milk a week by myself. Most of it on the side of some unnecessary baking venture. I also didn’t use organic ingredients, because I’m poor. I made it work with what I had.
adapted from Peas and Thank You
1 stick unsalted butter, room temperature
1/2 cup brown sugar
3/4 cup powdered sugar
3/4 cup natural peanut butter
1/2 tsp vanilla
1 cup whole wheat flour
1/2 cup unbleached all purpose flour
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
3/4 tsp salt
2 tbs milk
chocolate chips. lots of them.
Mix butter, sugars, vanilla, and peanut butter. I used my hand mixer because I like to pretend I’m six years old and lick the beaters when I’m done.
In a separate bowl, combine dry ingredients. Mix into wet ingredients in shifts. Depending on the consistency of your dough, you may need to add milk. I added two tablespoons which held it together. Because there aren’t any eggs, you can just eat it raw at this point. Which I did.
Or you can bake some at 350 for about 10 minutes. Which I did.
I’d say by the time I was done I consumed probably 12 cookies between the dough and the baked ones. Then I almost threw up on my yoga mat.
I promise to try and make something other than cookies very soon.
But this counts as something new and different because you can eat the dough and not feel guilty about it!
Not that I do anyway. Breakfast this morning? Maybe.