Peanut Butter Criss-Cross Cookies
These are such a perfect lunchbox cookie- or a good cookie for an after school snack- something about them just begs to be served to children. The funny thing is that I don't remember my mom ever really making peanut butter cookies when I was little. Don't get me wrong, my mom is a fantastic baker and she always taught us that baking from scratch was the way to go- I never encountered slice and bake cookies until I had them at a friend's house in high school! She just didn't really make peanut butter cookies. I don't know why. She likes them. I like them.
Anyway, I digress. I ate peanut butter pretty much every single solitary day of my pregnancy. Fo' real. I ate it on bagels, on crackers, on apples, straight out of the jar sprinkled with a few chocolate chips (yeah it got that bad). This may have had something to do with a ten-pound-in-one-month-weight-gain that I had in my second trimester. I'm not kidding- ten pounds- one month- not even the last part of the pregnancy: I cried as I waited with Derrick for my OB to arrive after the nurse scolded me. I convinced myself that it was going to be straight up health food and prenatal workout dvds for the next 19 or so weeks- and I really stuck to it- except for the peanut butter. But I convinced myself that peanut butter was just a fattening health food, after all it's packed with protien right? A pregnant woman can convince herself that any craving is related to something the baby needs.
So, after Helen Mae was "from my womb untimely ripped", I decided it was buh-bye to peanut butter for some time- at least until I could squeeze back into my non-elastic maternity waistband jeans. Well, I'm sad to report that that day has not yet come exactly- I mean they fit, errr... button, but they sure look different now. And guess what?! I bought peanut butter anyway! And I made these phenomenal peanut butter criss-cross cookies from Cookie Madness! They were great- and I feel newly liberated about my muffin top! Ok, the last part is not true- but whatever- the cookies were perfect- and who wants to look like a thin young beauty once she reaches the ripe old age of twenty-three anyway?!
In closing, this makes me laugh out loud everytime I hear the phrase muffin top.