These soft, creamy cookies just beg for a tall, cold glass of milk to accompany them.
I happened to know just the person who could appreciate stick-to-the-roof-of-your-mouth peanut butter cookies and a glass of milk.
So I rolled out a batch this past weekend and used the biggest cookie cutter that would still allow me to fit the cookies in their container.
Then I shipped them off and was slightly jealous they would appear again in a much warmer place than Manhattan.
The lucky devils.
Happy Birthday Uncle David!
[...] I, stupidly, made the mistake of saying I made a homemade version of these cookies for my uncle’s birthday. [...]
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