A few weeks ago, I saw an announcement on Elizabeth's blog about a Christmas dessert and ugly sweater link-up. I put it on my calendar with hopes of remembering to bake some cookies and participate, and whatdayaknow, I actually followed through! Even better, I asked Craig to snap some photos of me with said cookies in my ugly sweater. He may or may not have made complete fun of me, but whatever. All in the name of blogging, right??
The recipe is one I've had for years. My mom started making these every holiday season while I was still living at home...so pre-2001. She has made them every year since and I usually whip up a batch or
two five myself. They're delicious, they're quick, and they're fairly easy. I took them to a cookie exchange a few years ago and won 2nd place. I'm taking them to another exchange in a couple of weeks, so we'll see how they fair there.
What You'll Need:
1/2 cup butter
1/2 cup peanut butter
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup brown sugar
1 1/4 cup flour
3/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon vanilla
miniature Reese's peanut butter cups (around 24)
What To Do:
1. Preheat oven to 350.
2. Combine butter, peanut butter, and both sugars.
3. Beat in egg and vanilla.
4. Sift together flour, baking soda, and salt; blend into creamed mixture and mix well.
5. Shape dough into 1-inch balls and place in ungreased mini muffin tins.
6. Bake at 350 for 8 to 10 minutes, or until lightly browned. Do not overbake!
7. While cookies are baking, unwrap peanut butter cups.
8. Immediately after removing cookies from oven, press a mini PB cup into center.
9. Cool 10 minutes, then use a knife to help remove cookies from muffin tin.
1 batch makes about 24 cookies
We devoured the full 24 in about 36 hours. And by we, I mostly mean me. #noshame #noselfcontroleither
I had some help from the two cutest kids in this house, so of course I couldn't resist the photo opp.
And now for the pictures you're probably waiting for. The ole ugly sweater. Side note: my husband loves to be my photographer. He takes about 29 more picture than desired. He, however, hates my wavy, result-of-sleeping-with-wet-hair-in-a-bun beach curls.