The Ultimate Peanut Butter Cookies

These Ultimate Peanut Butter Cookies are perfect for any PB lover – packed with peanut butter chips, Reese’s Pieces and covered in a creamy peanut butter frosting with peanut butter cups, they truly are the ULTIMATE!

So I experienced a first a couple days ago.

And in retrospect, I’m kind of surprised this *was* a first, but whatever.

I was part of a Good Neighbors group on Facebook for my city. I’m sure your city or town has one, too. It’s basically a collective group where people come together to complain about teenagers running traffic stops or advertising lemonade stands or upcoming church events. You know, the usual.

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Well, I’d been seeing a LOT of people advertising about upcoming events – some that were heads-up, but some that were functions in which they would strongly encourage you to donate or help support the cause or whatever. So I thought, I have an upcoming book signing, so I’ll post it here!

I told the neighbors about my book signing, told them there would be treats, and to stop by and say hi! Never mentioning A) buy my book, B) PLEASE buy my book, C) BUY MY BOOK OR MY FACE WILL HAUNT YOUR DREAMS, or D) any of the above. Just a friendly ‘would love to meet you, so stop by, grab some treats, and say hi!’

Cool, right?

WRONG.

Because then just like that, I was straight-up BANNED from the group. BANNED. You’d think I put a voodoo hex on all of the members of my city or screamed obscenities or said something controversial. Nope. I advertised my book signing. (And FYI, my book is not a voodoo hex/obscenity-filled/controversial book either, in case you were wondering).

So yeah, that’s the story of how I was banned from somewhere. And I didn’t even do anything to deserve it! The vigilante in me is screaming injustice, but truth be told, some of the people in my community are stinkers (and that’s the non-obscenity I’m choosing) and I didn’t really enjoy communicating with them or find anything beneficial about the group. So it’s probably a good thing.

But man, had I known I was going to be banned, I would have left with a bang and said something wild and confusing like, “THE GOATS TOLD ME TO DO IT” or “DON’T TRUST THE MAN IN THE YELLOW SHIRT” or “I SPOKE WITH YOUR DOG AND HE IS GOING TO EAT YOU IN TWENTY FORTNIGHTS” or “THE LOCAL STARBUCKS RAN OUT OF COFFEE FOREVER” or something.

Anyway, their loss – because I used to give away my treats to the members of the group! Now they’ll never know what treats I’m cooking up, and now I have eleventy million of these Ultimate Peanut Butter Cookies.

These cookies came to me in a dream (well, from insomnia, anyway) and I knew I had to make them immediately. They’re a peanut butter pudding cookie base that’s stuffed to the gills with peanut butter chips and Reese’s Pieces. Then I slathered on a creamy and decadent peanut butter frosting and topped that nonsense with chopped Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. Don’t blame me; blame the goats.

Make them so we’ll be part of our own special group!

Have a super sweet day!

xo, Hayley