How to Bake the Perfect Cookies

It’s National Cookie Day, you guys. Do you know what that means? Fresh-baked, melty-chocolatey, delicious cookies should get in your belly. Immediately.

This post is sponsored by the fine people at Otis Spunkmeyer, several of whom I met a few weeks ago in Chicago while sampling their delicious snacks. As always, these opinions, ideas, and word babies are all mine. 

We hung out with some giant cookies at the Otis Spunkmeyer Sneak Peak last month.

This is my new blogging bestie Anna from Anna Dishes. If you like food or flowery things, she’s your girl. She’s also DEFINITELY one of my soulies, as we bonded over a lot of food and booze AND she let me stalk her the entire time she was here in Chicago. You’ll note she looks adorable while I don’t have a normal bone in my body. 

I love cookies. I’ve always been something of a cookie monster. C is for Chrissy. And cookie. Coincidence? I think not. I was raised to love cookies. I blame my dad. And grandfathers. They were all cookie monsters too. Well, my dad still is. One of his favorite gifts on birthdays and Christmas (a bottle of Courvoisier, wine, or scotch notwithstanding) is cookies.

When I was in high school, there was a little cookie stand down in the basement by the Driver’s Ed simulator hosted by Otis Spunkmeyer (you remember Otis Spunkmeyer for their amazing cookies, probably in high school or college, right?) One of the teachers – I think he was a teacher – would be there every morning 20 minutes before school started through 2nd period, selling cookies. I think it was like 3 for a dollar or something.

Whenever I had time and an extra dollar, I’d mosey on down and order a triple chocolate chip cookie (chocolate cookie with milk and white chips), white chocolate macadamia nut cookie, and oatmeal raisin. And then I’d eat them in all their melty, fresh-baked glory. I’ve always wished I could make delicious cookies like that.

Alas, it’s been many a years of baking…errors. If you haven’t noticed from previous recipes, I’m terrible at following recipes to a T, which is something you need to do with baking. If you don’t get just the right amount of butter, baking powder, baking soda (don’t even get me started on knowing the differences!), eggs etc…you’re doomed to failure. Just last week, I completely burned the Second Thanksgiving pumpkin cupcakes…More on what I did with that later…

I’ve made some pretty UNPRETTY cookies in my time. Flat cookies. Burnt cookies. Undercooked cookies (okay fine. Those were cookie dough balls and I ate them all). BUT…I’ve discovered the secret to perfectly baked cookies every time.

How to bake the perfect cookies

To make the best cookies, it’s a four step process.

First, you remove the cookies from their wrappers. These Otis Spunkmeyer treats (which will be available in a grocery store near you starting early next year) are made with no funky stuff, so they taste just like Mom made them (but with so much less mess).

Otis Spunkmeyer cookies come individually wrapped with no funky stuff!

Otis Spunkmeyer cookies come individually wrapped with no funky stuff!

Then, you place the cookie on a pan (I used a toaster-oven-size stone baking sheet for added crisposity).

Baking an Otis Spunkmeyer cookie in the toaster oven is easy. Just pop it in at 350 for 5-7 minutes for a warm gooey cookie.

Don’t mind my messy toaster oven…

Bake the cookie for 5-7 minutes until it’s warm to touch and the chocolate starts getting a little melty (wait too long and it’ll be super messy, but probably super delicious).

Otis Spunkmeyer cookies have the perfect cookie craters and delicious chunks of chocolate for a fresh cookie with no funky stuff.

That chocolate chunk is just starting to melt…

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Look at that Otis Spunkmeyer melty goodness

Look at that Otis Spunkmeyer melty goodness

See how easy it is to celebrate National Cookie Day? That was my breakfast. I’ll probably have another cookie for dinner. And maybe one for lunch. Brian usually discourages this sort of behavior…but he’s not the boss of me!

Extra details on the Otis Spunkmeyer retail line of products: So much goodness is coming your way, you guys. They’re launching snack cakes, muffins, mini muffins, and of course, cookies. They’ll be in stores and on Amazon Prime Pantry so you can get your fill of deliciousness whenever you want it. And let me tell you. I tried them all, and you will not want to miss out (especially on the lemon cakes).

What are your favorite cookies? Do you have any cookie memories of Otis Spunkmeyer? Are you as excited for this product launch as I am?

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Santa Shops at Sam’s Club

I mean, I’m not surprised, really. With less than 50 shopping days left until one of my favorite holidays on the planet, Santa’s probably already working his butt off. I vaguely remember seeing presents that looked as if they came from Sam’s Club once or twice in my Christmas morning experience…

Or Santa’s a procrastinator like me. And he and Mrs. Clause were just doing their stock-up shopping for the winter rush when things get too busy up at the North Pole. I forgot to ask.

Brian and I joined Sam’s Club a few weeks ago. We thought it was the responsible, grown-up thing to do, being new homeowners and all. (Before you get your panties in a twist about the Costco vs. Sam’s Club thing, we got a Living Social deal for Sammy’s. And with all the bonuses and shit, it was practically free.) Also, some friends of ours had these caramel cheetos-like snacks from Sam’s that were SO good. I wanted them.

 

Caramel cheetos…thanks @annamstroh

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So anyways, we’ve made it a weekly routine to hit up Sam’s on Sundays for free sample lunch (you know you do it too) and a few Sam’s Club type purchases. Bulk tortilla chips. Bulk tasty cheese. You know, the important stuff.

As I was browsing the berry selection, I looked up and saw him. He was right there, ready to make my Christmas wishes come true. And just like that, he was gone again. I looked around, and he had disappeared. I told Brian, “I saw Santa!”

He didn’t believe me.

A few minutes later, I saw Santa adding a few sweets to the cart that Mrs. Clause was protecting so carefully. She teased him about the cookies, but they headed toward the milk…and I chuckled.

I thought back to the last time I encountered Santa Clause prior to Thanksgiving. I was working at a bar (that’s a really good story, by the way…I recommend it to anyone who’s ever worked in the service industry. Don’t worry, I’ll still be here when you return), and I stopped into Caribou Coffee for a quick pick me up. Santa was there, handing out candy canes. I took one and thanked him and told him I was really good that year, could he please bring me the love of my life? Okay, maybe I thought that last part about being good and looking for Brian…but a few days later, Brian (whom I had not met at that point) showed up at the pub, so Santa MUST have been listening, right?

So it only seemed right that I saw Santa a few years later (now), when Brian has become a permanent part of my existence.

A few minutes later, I ran into Santa again standing in line for quesadillas. I was building up the courage I needed.

Finally, right in front of the frozen food aisle, I walked up to him and asked, “Can I take your picture?”

He laughed, and his belly shook like a bowl full of jelly. I knew it was him.

It had to be.

He said, “Of course!”

I heard someone in the background mutter, “Well SOMEONE has some Christmas spirit.”

I got ready to snap his pic when Mrs. Clause appeared out of nowhere, “You’re going to be in it, right?”

“Umm…YES!”

I handed my secret phone to Brian and hugged Santa. Mrs. Clause quickly licked her hand and patted down Santa’s cowlick. “There, that’s better!”

I thanked Santa and Mrs. Clause and told them I couldn’t wait until Christmas.

Santa Shops at Sam's Club

And just like that…they were gone.

A woman passing by asked me, “How old do you feel, now?”

“Same age I always feel. Twelve.”

Blog Friends, have you ever had a serious encounter with the red-clad man from the North? Do you still believe?

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Wordless Wednesday: Fortune Cookies Lie

Fortune Cookies Lie

Blog friends, this was my fortune last night. I told my mom that the cookie told me I was not wise. Tell me about a fortune that you didn’t think was awesome. Or one that was awesome. Or just tell me something awesome in general. Either way, say hello!

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