Weather: a stunning clear and warm day. Photographed some magnificent caribou this afternoon.
What I’m listening to: NFL Football
I crave peanut butter cookies more than any other cookie. More than oatmeal, more than frosted sugar cookies, and yes, even more than classic chocolate chip (ah, but I love them all). But, this also means that I’m very discriminating about my peanut butter cookies. I don’t want just any standard peanut butter cookie. I crave perfect peanut butter cookies.
My readers know that I don’t use words like “best” or “perfect” lightly. In fact, this is the very first time I’ve ever used the word “perfect” in a recipe title. When I say a recipe is perfect what I’m saying is that there is nothing I would change about it, nothing I find lacking. I’m saying that when it comes time to make peanut butter cookies in my house, I will pull out this recipe each and every time. The search is over. For me, these are the ultimate – crackly and beautiful on top, crisp and chewy on the edges, and gooey and peanut buttery throughout. If there are any leftover, they stay chewy and soft for days… but they won’t last that long.
Now, I will say that Pastor Alaska’s idea of a perfect peanut butter cookie includes chocolate chips. But, the day I made these to photograph, we had this conversation:
Pastor Alaska: Those are the best peanut butter cookies I’ve ever had. [after just finishing off three of them with a tall glass of milk]
Maya: I thought you didn’t like peanut butter cookies without chocolate chips?
Pastor Alaska: I normally don’t, but those are amazing.
Ladies and gentlemen, I believe we have our first cookie convert. Who’s next?