Usually, in life, if someone were to ask me to rattle off a list of things I hate, I’d have no problem going on and on for a good 72 hours with a long-running list of loathsome things.
Don’t ever ask me what my pet peeves are unless you’re free for the rest of the week.
However, since I’m human and I forget things because I’m getting older and also, I pulled my knee at Target and had to ask a little boy to “please help me grab that tea on the bottom shelf” and he looked at me weird like you’re not even old. Why do I have to help you, fake old person? which only affirms I’m aging quickly, I often forget about things I actually really loathe but forget about since I don’t deal with them often.
Like flashing Christmas lights. Irks me TO. NO. END.
Or going to the doctor and having to be weighed. Does my weight really matter? I mean, I get that weight is associated with a list of problems but omigawsh I’m only here for an ear ache and HOW DID I GAIN TEN POUNDS?
Or buying cards. Birthday, Christmas, anniversary, Valentine’s, sympathy. I seriously LOATHE buying cards.
And conversely, I loathe making cards. I just kinda sorta wish cards could be abolished from life.
I mean, isn’t the gift enough? I understand the concept of cards and I actually enjoy that; however, I’m far too lazy to make a card and that makes me look like a butt since I don’t want to break out the computer paper and sharpies and draw sentimental stick figures for my sister’s birthday. And I hate buying cards because holy cow, have you seen them? They’re SO dorky and awkward.
It’s like, my choices are weird, generic humor that’s awkward because it’s so stupid that it isn’t even funny, otherwise known as grandmas wearing bikini tops or a picture of someone’s grill with “Happy Birthday” etched on each tooth; OR the really super-uncomfortably mushy cards that leave me gagging.
You know, the ones like Brother. Brother, you’re a true confidant. A true friend. You held me when I cried. You hugged me when I smiled. You touched my heart with your brotherly ways. I honestly would rather ingest bleach than buy my brother some corny card like that.
So basically, I left empty-handed. I figure I’ll try my luck elsewhere, or if it comes down to it, just write on a Post-It and call it a day. Thank god for badass gifts to distract from the lack of card because I just can’t even handle it.
Anyways. Cookies. Specifically, cookies stuffed within cookies. What did you expect, homie? We’ve been through this time and time again.
Girl finds gingerbread Oreos. Girl falls in love with aforementioned Oreos. Girl shoves them Oreos into gingerbread cookies and shoves those cookie-covered-cookies into a deep-dish pan because deep dish is my true love.
Girl eats cookies. And girl loves them. You will, too.
1 pkg gingerbread cookie mix, plus ingredients on back of package
1/2 tsp cinnamon
3/4 cup cinnamon chips
About 12-15 gingerbread Oreos
1. Preheat oven to 375 F. Liberally grease a deep-dish cookie pan with cooking spray. Set aside.
2. In a large bowl, prepare cookies according to package directions; stir in the half teaspoon of cinnamon + cinnamon chips. Drop a heaping Tablespoonful of dough in the bottom of each cavity; press the Oreo in the center of the dough and top with another heaping Tablespoonful of dough. Press to seal around the Oreo, if possible.
3. Bake for approx. 10-14 minutes or until the tops are set and the edges are lightly browned. Allow to cool in the pan briefly–about 5 minutes–before gently removing with a butter knife and allowing to cool on a wire rack.
4. Cookies are best kept up to 2 days, at room temperature, when stored airtight. This makes approx. 12-15 cookies.
Hoooooly cow. If you’re a gingerbread fan, you’ll love these double-trouble deep-dish cookies! The gingerbread Oreo inside gets slightly soft but still maintains that delicious, buttery crunch and creamy filling when baked inside this plush, spicy cookie. They’re truly incredible!