If there's one thing that I knew he would like for me to bring along, besides the dog, and that didn't happen, it would be cookies. But not just any cookies, it had to be these cookies.
While the thought occurs to me that everyone must already possess this recipe, I'm not willing to take that chance. Everyone who has anyone who loves cookies, you must add this to your arsenal of recipes that are sure to please. Seriously. They are that good. But if you pride yourself in being able to say that you are one of "those types" who can eat just one of anything that is sorely tempting and then walk away, then you best not take this recipe...unless of course, you're willing to eat your words as well as a half dozen or more of these cookies at a sitting.
Since we were off to visit our oldest son this weekend, I knew I could guarantee a few extra hugs if I arrived with about ten dozen of these cookies in tow. And true to my motherly hunches, the cookies were a big hit and did result in some bonus hugs.
The worst part of this recipe is unwrapping all the mini-sized Reeces peanut butter cups. Here's a little trick I've learned - if you put them on a baking sheet {or anything that will fit in your freezer} for about 20 minutes before you begin unwrapping, the paper liner comes off the cups much easier.
This little one inch scooper also makes for easy work in achieving a uniform size for the cookie balls.
Here's a peek at how nicely four of these mini-muffin tins fit in the oven. That's four dozen of these darlings baking at one time. The key is to not OVERBAKE the dough as doing so will make it difficult to insert the peanut butter cup.
Oh, and by the way, thanks to the same boy who was the recipient of these cookies this past weekend, I also learned many years ago that these cookies are delicious even when frozen. Uh huh. You see, once upon a time, there was to be a cookie exchange. Little-miss-prepared-me baked mine up ahead of time as this recipe freezes very well. On the day before the big exchange, I went to the basement freezer to pull them out and unthaw them. Horror of horrors! All but about three dozen remained of the once twelve dozen cookies.
Seems my darling son and his buddies had been snacking from the freezer on multiple occasions. Despite his best efforts in trying to convince me he didn't know he wasn't supposed to eat them, I knew better. How, you ask? Because not once during that week-long snitching process did this mother find one single paper candy liner cup anywhere in the house. That, my friends, is all the proof I needed. Amen.
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