Apr 18 2012
I know you’ve seen them and you’ve probably bought them once or twice–those pillowy sugar cookies with technicolor frosting sold in the plastic clamshells in the bakery section of the grocery store. They are full of sugar and artificial ingredients but when you really want something indulgent and sweet, those little babies are just the ticket.
Well, let me tell you, a few weeks ago, I not only wanted something indulgent, these cookies are nearly all I wanted. See, Greg and I have a little announcement–we’re expecting our first child in October!! For those who have been through the first trimester before, it all makes sense–the drop off in posting recently is really a result of being unable to stomach even the tastiest of meals. If I can’t smell it or eat it or look at it without queasiness, I certainly can’t write about it. At one point, I thought Our Share of the Harvest was going to have to feature only recipes for smoothies and peanut butter sandwiches from then on.
Then, Greg brought home some of those grocery store cookies. Now, I didn’t make meals out of them but it was heavenly to taste something and not need to go lie down to avoid throwing up. I remembered that a few of my favorite bloggers had copycat recipes in their repertoire and I missed flexing my baking skills.
These copycat cookies are similarly as soft and delicious as the grocery store version but they taste more…real. They are sweeter and more buttery with an authentic homemade cookie taste. They really are little sugar bombs though–I found the “scant quarter cup” given in the directions made giant cookies so I scaled down to about 2 tablespoons dropped on the cookie sheet which was a more manageable cookie size. Greg wolfed down two of the giant cookies after work one day and ended up with a wicked sugar buzz.
I’m back to normal now that I’ve moved into the second trimester so I’m back to cooking, baking and posting regularly. But I’ll be keeping these cookies in my own repertoire–but only as an indulgence.
Oh, and don’t read anything into the pink frosting–we still have no idea if this little one is a boy or girl