I just want to open by saying thank you. I don’t know if I express my appreciation for you being here as often as I should. I woke up to a lot of hits on the site this morning. I was shocked and I’d be lying to say it didn’t warm my heart a little. I know I act like a hard ass, and while I don’t give a shit what people think of me and you probably don’t either; we all like being heard. Period.
Anyway, I saw this in my feed quite some time ago and was compelled to save it. I knew the perfect day was coming. It always does. See the final word of previous paragraph.
I hadn’t planned on sharing a recipe. In fact, I was sort of committed to not giving a damn about any of this, remember?? But I did have the pics as I do for most of my kitchen witchery projects. Ya just never know.
This entry is brought to you by the meme up there, a little new moon energy, and the fact that it correlated perfectly with a sweet (literally) recipe I just made Sunday.
I was driving home last night and had a good laugh over the title so I decided to lay it down.
I honestly feel this quote in my bones and guts. Deeply. About once a month to be perfectly honest. New moon. Mother Nature. Yada yada blasé splee. It’s my pattern and I own it. I need quiet and space to create. Silence IS golden.
Assuming many of the readers on here are warrior women, (well, the subscribers, anyway) I always think it’s safe to post my “Moon Time” recipe and discuss the condition that surrounds it. We all started here for the junk food, anyway, didn’t we?? I’m not going to apologize to the fellas who read this blog either. Check it out boys; during this time just shut your trap, grab her a blanket and a heating pad. Make this recipe and thank me when you get through her moon cycle with your whole head still intact. You’re welcooomme.
It’s not an old wives tale or folk lore. It’s not just another great excuse to be a “C-U-Next Tuesday.” PMS is real. Peri menopause and menopause are real. They cause emotional and physical, fully biological upsets that men will never understand and some of us have symptoms that other women will never understand either.
Here’s what. No one needs to understand. As I stated earlier; just feed us chocolate, give us a blanket and STFU until it’s over, k?? Ok.
Everything is an irritant if it isn’t covered in chocolate, but we need some protein for our health. That’s where the peanut butter enters the scene.
I’m dead convinced that “Reese” was a woman on her period when she came up with the peanut butter cup. Research that and get back to me. I’ll argue over it, for sure.
This project was inspired by the “Brookies” I see all over the place now, but I had to be my usual “extra” self and make it ridiculous.
That’s right. I said it. I am extra AF. All day. Every day. Hey, I’d much rather always be extra than never be enough. I stand by that.
So anyway, what exactly is a “Brookie?”
It’s a cookie and brownie combo. Duh.
Cookie dough on the bottom. Brownie batter on top. Put a peanut butter cup in the middle and then if you wanna be super duper extra like yours truly; add Reese’s Pieces to the brownie top and in about 22 minutes, you have this sweet magnificence right here.
Looks good, right?? Wait until we open it up.
At one point I might have even put ice cream, caramel, whipped cream and more “Pieces” on top.
E-X-T-R-A. (Insert shoulder shrug.)
These are so super easy to put together, which makes them especially alluring if you’re crampy, irritable and don’t feel like doing much work for a decadent snack.
Just buy the cookie dough and whip up a box batter for the brownies. That’s that. No one cares that they aren’t from scratch. Trust me. Then again, if you also want to be extra bad ass, do your thing from scratch, homie!! I’m cheering you on.
I definitely suggest using paper cupcake liners along with a silicone cupcake pan. I even placed these on a baking sheet because I wanted it to get done all the way without burning the cookie bottom. They came out perfect!! In fact, they’re extra perfect.
This recipe makes 18, so be sure you have someone to share it with or you will eat four to six a day until your “process” is over. I’m just being honest. They are totally irresistible. For the record, I did share my batch and still had too many laying around.
I’m pretty sure you’ve laughed a little by now. My work is done. Without further ado and more worthless small talk, let’s rock these out.
What You Need:
1 tub of Tollhouse™️ chocolate chip cookie dough, minus the 12 scoops worth we used a few nights before to curb a munchies attack. So you’ll have a little leftover. Make fatter cookies. Make it work. Whatever.
9 packs Reese’s™️ peanut butter cups, 18 cups
1 box fudge brownie mix. Get the 13×9 box, not the standard 8×8 ones. I use Duncan Hines. Just the good old fashioned “Chewy Fudge” ones.
1/2 c melted butter
1/4 c water
1 c Reese’s Pieces™️
What You Do:
Preheat oven to 375°
Line a muffin tin with paper cupcake liners. I have to use liners. They soak up butter, ensure even baking and keep things clean.
Mix the brownie batter according to package directions, but replace the oil with melted butter.
Use a 1 oz scoop to measure cookie dough, and press down to cover bottom of liners.
Place an unwrapped (why do I feel I have to clarify here?) peanut butter cup upside down on the dough.
Spread brownie batter over the top, allowing it to heap just a bit. It will sink, don’t worry.
Take a handful of the “pieces” and sprinkle them on the brownie batter. You can press them if you feel so inclined, but I didn’t.
I suggest putting your muffin pan or silicone molds on a cookie sheet.
Bake for 22 minutes or until the brownie tops are crusty looking. I don’t like poking these because it deflates them faster.
Remove from the oven and allow 2 hours to rest unless you want them all gooey and hot like lava cake.
I waited and the first one put my crabby face back in order.
If I’d known I were going to share this I would have taken a pic of that ice cream monstrosity we made the next day. Use your imagination. You definitely might want to have milk or ice cream to cut the richness of these. They are a lot. Enjoy!!
One thing I will guarantee; if you give one to whoever else is in the house, you’ll get the moment of silence you so very much need and deserve.
Until next time, Cookers. Much love and many PB kisses. XOXOXO.