Everyday Ingredients, Extraordinary Desserts
If I know my readers, I know you guys love your cookie dough as much as I do! This is why I love you.
And since that’s true, you guys oughta hop on over to Food Fanatic to check out my latest cookie dough recipe — Monster Cookie Dough Pretzel Mummy Bites!
Not only are these little guys super adorbz, but they’re so easy to make and taste like monster cookie dough! What’s not to love?!
So head on over to Food Fanatic to check it out!! Click HERE!!
Have a monstrously awesome day 🙂
xo, Hayley
Haaaaaaiii guys.
So some of you may not know, but I’m now a regular contributor at the awesomesauce website, Food Fanatic!
Food Fanatic is FANTASTIC for food-lovers (like you!) and curates original, delicious and easy recipes from around the web and from some of your favorite bloggers into one convenient site. Bookmark it – I promise it’ll be a new fave!
Anywho, over at Food Fanatic, I am now the Queen of Cookie Dough! They even gave me a cookie dough-covered throne to sit in. Just kidding, I ate it. But seriously, I’m now the Cookie Dough Fanatic and I cannot wait for you to see this recipe for my Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Pizza!
Layers of cookie dough are smooshed together in this dreamy pizza pie and it couldn’t be simpler to make (or tastier to eat)! Just click on over to the Food Fanatic site for the recipe and to see some of my other Cookie Dough Fanatic posts!
xo, Hayley
Hey party people! I’m crying a little (okay, a LOT) on the inside because today is my last full day in NYC! And also because the mayor said I couldn’t take NYC home with me. If I recall, his exact words were, “miss, it is physically impossible to take home an entire city, now please leave.” Clearly the mayor doesn’t understand science.
Anyway, last year I visited NYC for the first time and fell in love with it and the girl who let me crash on her couch, Kayle from the blog, The Cooking Actress! Kayle is as sweet as she sounds on her blog, with an infectious smile, great acting chops, and scrumptious recipes that she crafted in her tiny apartment kitchen. I had a BLAST while she showed me around NYC & I am so sad I won’t be seeing her this trip since she moved back to the Buckeye State, Ohio. *shakes fist at Buckeyes* Buckeye people definitely don’t deserve to eat her nutty Pecan Lacey Cookies or her S’mores Lava Cakes — I do! I do!
However, maaaaaybe I can arrange us to surprise land in Ohio so I can sneak a taste of these cookie dough cups… 🙂 Okay, take it away, Kayle!!
Hello there domestic rebel-ers!! Kayle here from The Cooking Actress (in case ya didn’t guess-I’m an actress…who cooks…)-and I am SO excited to be here! Hayley has already guest posted for me twice (with her insanely delicious Creme Brulee Cookies and Gooey Texas Sheetcake!) so I am so happy to return the favor.But…I’m also a little bummed. You see, Hayley and I became super tight when she came to visit me in New York City last year. A few months ago I relocated from NYC to my hometown in NE Ohio and nooow Hayley is in New York WITHOUT ME! I’m so sad. She’s probably eating cannoli, the best pizza in the US, Wafels and Dinges, and who knows what other kinds of tastiness! Even though I am totally jealous and wishing I could be there with her, I’m also hoping she has a ton of fun.
Browned Butter Cookie Dough PB Cups
Author: Kayle, “The Cooking Actress”, adapted from How Sweet It Is
Thank you all so much for having me here! I hope you enjoy these cookie dough cups as much as I (and my fiance’) did and that you didn’t miss Hayley too much! And, if you thought I was kind of cool, feel free to check out my blog and follow me on facebook, twitter, pinterest, and instagram! Xoxx
If you guys aren’t following Kayle yet, you MUST! Be sure to give her likes, follows and LOTS of love to stay connected to her adventures (she’s getting married soon!) and for more scrumptious recipes like this!
Have a delicious day!!
xo, Hayley
Calling all butterscotch lovers — these are your bars.
Let me preface by saying that these aren’t the cutest looking bars in the world. They’re a butterface bar. They taste good, they smell good, they’re easy to prepare, but are they pretty? Hardly. Just put a paper bag over your head while you eat them; they won’t mind.
I happen to love butterscotch and love these ugly duckling bars. I knew before I even made them that I’d love them because A) how can you go wrong with cookie dough?, B) how can you go wrong with oatmeal scotchie cookie dough?, and C) butterscotch. Butterscotch is enough. Cover a freakin’ flip flop in butterscotch and I’ll probably lick it off in shame and happiness.
Probably.
If butterscotch ain’t yo jam, come back tomorrow. But otherwise, let’s huddle together and run through this amazing recipe once more. Egg-free oatmeal scotchie cookie dough topped with a sinfully smooth butterscotch ganache that’s smothered in crushed Butterfinger candy bars. I went there, y’all, and I’m not going back.
Now bring me my flip flop plate!
My sister and I, both self-proclaimed butterscotch freaks, devoured these bars in seconds. They are SO delicious! The oatmeal scotchie cookie dough offers great texture — the buttery undertones from the butter, brown sugar and butterscotch, the chewy heartiness from the oats and the sweetness from the chips of course. Then that smooth, sweet ganache topped with crunchy, flaky peanut butter and chocolate Butterfinger candy bars — this is heaven on earth, people!! … even if it is an uglier heaven 😉
Have a delicious day!!
xo, Hayley
I really envy all of you who are no longer in this cruel, harsh world of dating.
If I had to compare the dating to world to something, it would probably be District 12 in the Hunger Games. Vastly insipid & just downright terrible.
So a few days ago, I posted on my personal Facebook, recruiting friends to tell me the romantic stories of how they met their husbands/wives/SO’s. My inbox was flooded with adorable stories while I tried my best to convince myself love was real after another lame date with a dud.
And then, I got a message from a guy whom I’d been Facebook friends with for awhile. I don’t know why I initially added him; he was friends of friends and I’d never met him, so I was shocked he had personally messaged me. He confessed he’d been having dating trouble, too, and thought we should get together since we’d probably have a lot in common. I agreed, so we began texting. Turns out, we had a ton in common which totally blew my socks off.
We spent all day asking each other personal questions to get to know each other better. He confessed he hated liars and cheaters since he’d been cheated on before (as do I) and liked food (as do I) so I pretty much knew we’d like each other. We made plans to meet up for ice cream the next day.
SO you can imagine my shock when perusing his Facebook page (hey, we’re friends, first of all, and second of all, I wanted to refresh my memory as to what he even looked like), I noticed at the top of his wall a picture of him and this cute blonde girlie posted a day earlier. In her comments she proclaimed they’d been official for a month and he was her new man. Interesting.
I figured I would let this boy know that there was a rather cute blonde on his Facebook who seemed to think they were officially a couple, so I did — to which he replied, “I know this, but we aren’t official yet.”
Um, exsqueeze me? A baking powder? Aren’t official yet? Aren’t official? Really? Because it seems to me this young lassie thinks you two have been official for about a month now. Still not knowing all the details, but also feeling very uncomfortable dating someone who has a random chick longing for him on the other arm, I told him hanging out probably wouldn’t be the best idea right now. He said he understood, and that was that.
Fast forward to when I get home, and this pathetic piece of trash has blocked me on Facebook. Straight-up blocked me. For what? Calling him out for being a loser? Because I didn’t want to get ice cream with him while he was currently a BOYFRIEND to someone else? What a freaking loser, right?
Not to mention, he kept overusing my name (a HUGE pet peeve of mine) in casual conversation and said weird things like how he wanted to “hold me.” I’m not a baby. Please do not touch me, strange man. And do not use my name or tell me you’ll hold me. You are scary.
So anyways, you can see how I’m extremely envious of those of you who have retired from this treacherous world of online dating since it is just a big clusterf*ck of awful. I’m sure “the one” is out there and I’ll “meet him when I’m not looking/when I least expect it!” but come on, do I really have to go out with shithead after shithead before I’ll find the one? And they all seem so normal at first… but then again, Jeffrey Dahmer was normal before he went and ate people. So maybe I just survived a serial killer, who knows.
Anyway, bad dates + survival require a treat, and I can’t think of anything more indulgent than these delectable Pop Tart Cookie Dough S’mores! I was walking around the store one day when I spotted S’mores PopTarts and KNEW I had to make something with this iconic, delicious pastry. Then it hit me: um, duh. S’mores!
Between each S’mores flavored PopTart is a fluffy marshmallow and a thick layer of egg-free chocolate chip cookie dough, thrown in for extra indulgence. The entire thing is dunked in milk chocolate and topped with festive sprinkles — perfect for Fourth of July since they’re an American classic and they’re no-bake! Your family will be requesting these on the daily, so get ready to taste your new favorite treat!
Aren’t they adorable? SO simple to make and scrumptious, too! I love the unexpected cookie dough surprise smothered inside of each sweet and chewy bite! These are huge and quite a mouthful, but lazy summer days deserve decadent, frosty treats and these s’mores are no exception — they’re great frozen!
For this recipe, I used Jet-Puffed’s new S’moreMallows, which are puffy square-shaped marshmallows which perfectly fit onto a graham cracker for a s’more! I loved how they were almost the perfect shape for my PopTart s’mores — that gentle tug I mention in the directions helps stretch them out to fit the area of the PopTart better, ensuring gooey marshmallow in every bite. If you can’t find these S’moreMallows, consider using Stackermallows (long, narrow marshmallows, great for snacking) or regular marshmallows that have been halved or pressed so they lie flat within the s’more and don’t roll around. You can also try different flavors of PopTarts or cookie dough to suit your tastes!
Have a fantastical day!!
xo, Hayley
You. Guiiiiiiiiiiiisssseee.
This takes my cookie dough and donut loves to a whole new level of insanity.
When Lindsay and Julianne asked me to participate in Cookie Dough Week, I spent awhile taking mental inventory of all my cookie dough recipes, what I’ve done, what I could do, etc. As usual, I knew I wanted to make something under my typical criteria: A) a unique recipe; B) easy enough that novice bakers can make it; and C) outrageously rebellious, like its creator 🙂
And then it hit me: I hadn’t made a cookie dough donut before. Instead of being all “yes!” and rejoicing the creative gods for birthing me this idea, I actually got all upset and pondered my existence, like whyyyyy have I never thought of this before? It just seems so duh but it never occurred to me how awesome it would be to stuff a donut full of cookie dough. Serious duh moment.
But instead of going the whole grueling route of making my own yeast dough and spending approximately one billion years waiting for it to rest and rise and raise and graduate and get married and all the complicated stuff yeast dough does, I thought I would use the shortcut route by using canned biscuits as my donut base.
Have you ever made canned biscuit donuts before? They’re awesome! No, they don’t taste identical to a freshly fried, from-scratch donut, but they are easily adaptable to any flavor glaze or icing you want to top them with and have roughly the same texture and mouthfeel (seriously, mouthfeel is a terrible word but you know what I mean) as a “real” donut. In a pinch and when stuffed with cookie dough, I’ll challenge you to notice the difference.
For this, I used my favorite egg-free cookie dough recipe, which you can find HERE. It’s a standard chocolate chip cookie recipe, just made egg-free so it is safe to eat and free of salmonella and bubonic plague and whatever else you can contract from raw eggs.
So, wanna get stuffin’? (ew, I promise I’ll never use that term, either — gaaaaaah).
These are the epitome of sinful! Even though they’re extremely rich, it’ll be an exercise in willpower to stop at just one. Try using peanut butter cookie dough with a chocolate and peanut butter glaze! Either way, any fried pastry stuffed with cookie dough is bound to be instantly satisfying 🙂
Check out some more amazing Cookie Dough recipes from some of my favorite bloggers!!
Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Parfait from White Lights on Wednesday
Peanut Butter Cookie Dough Brownie Layer Cake from Life, Love and Sugar
Cheesecake Cookie Dough Parfaits from Lemon Tree Dwelling
Peanut Butter Cookie Dough Cheesecake Pie from Crazy for Crust
Cookie Dough Oreos from Something Swanky
Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Scotcharoos from The Gunny Sack
Snickerdoodle Cookie Dough Truffles from Back For Seconds
Double Chocolate Mint Cookie Dough Dip from Kitchen Meets Girl
Monster Cookie Dough Ice Cream from Mom On Timeout
Cookie Dough Tiramisu Grandbaby Cakes
Cookie Dough Doughnuts from The Domestic Rebel
Fried Dulce de Leche Cookie Dough from Simply Gloria
Espresso Chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream from Beyond Frosting
No bake peanut butter and chocolate bars from Roxana’s Home Baking
Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Mocha Cupcakes from Lemons for Lulu
Have a fantastical day!
xo, Hayley
Cookie Dough Week. AKA, the best week of your freakin’ lyffffeeeee.
It’s no surprise I loooove me some cookie dough. Classic chocolate chip, salty peanut butter, overloaded monster, sweet sugar… I love it all and am a complete cookie dough eating equal opportunist. And if you hover over the ‘Browse by Recipe’ tab at the top of my page, you’ll even see I have a small section dedicated exclusively to cookie dough recipes…and that collection is expanding quite rapidly as my love for cookie dough continues to grow.
Today on the menu, I’m kicking off Monday the right way: with a pie entirely made up of cookies. And cookie dough. And so much goodness your brain will nearly explode of overwhelming happiness. Yeah, it’s that intense.
Chess pies ain’t nothin’ new, but the idea of covering the bottom of your flaky pie crust with ooey, gooey cookie dough, then topping the dough with freshly baked cookies and that decadent chess mixture and well, you have a whole new ball field with a brand new star player. This is the chess pie to end all chess pies, ya hear?! It’s a slam-dunk. A touchdown. A goal. A… crap, I don’t know anymore winning sports terms, but thankfully you catch my drift, yeah?
So less talk, more eat, am I riiiite?
THIS is my favorite egg-free cookie dough recipe that I encourage you to use for the base of this cookie-doughy, gooey pie. You will likely have leftover cookie dough for which I strongly encourage eating straight outta the bowl or for making truffles — check out the Cookie Dough section on my blog for more ideas 🙂 This pie is a cookie dough lover’s DREAM come true! It’s so irresistibly gooey and rich, loaded with tons of that brown sugary, vanilla and chocolate-y cookie dough goodness. The bottom of the pie doesn’t quite cook all the way, leaving that sweet and half-baked cookie dough layer on the bottom. And the chess mixture (that luscious sugar-butter mixture!) makes the baked cookies moist and chewy, mimicking cookie dough more so. Topped with cookie dough ice cream and a generous smothering of chocolate syrup and this is the end all-be all to cookie dough ever!
Because we’re in the midst of Cookie Dough Week, be sure to check out these AWESOME cookie dough recipes from some of my bestest bloggy buddies!
Peanut Butter Cookie Dough Stuffed Sandies from White Lights on Wednesday
Cookie Dough Cake Roll from Grandbaby Cakes
Peanut butter cookie dough topped brownies from Roxana’s Home Baking
Chocolate Peanut Butter Cookie Dough Bars from Back For Seconds
Cookie Dough Buckeyes from Something Swanky
Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Pizza from Life, Love and Sugar
Peanut Butter Chocolate Cookie Dough Bars from Crazy for Crust
Peanut Butter Cookie Dough Stuffed Nutter Butters from The Gunny Sack
Reese’s Peanut Butter Cookie Dough Cookie Cups from Mom On Timeout
Cookie Dough Chess Pie from The Domestic Rebel
Peanut Butter Cookie Dough Oatmeal Sandwich Cookies from Lemons for Lulu
White Chocolate Peanut Butter Cookie Dough Cups from Simply Gloria
Peanut Butter Cookie Dough Brownies from Kitchen Meets Girl
Cookie Dough S’mores Dip from Beyond Frosting
Have a fantastical Monday!!
xo, Hayley
I don’t know about you, but I really hate when service people have to come to the house. Plumbers, electricians, carpet cleaners… my hatred doesn’t discriminate based on specific professions.
I have seen WAY too many crime shows of jovial electricians turning into deadly murderers when you least expect it.
So you can imagine my disappointment and fright when my mom informed me that a plumber was coming to our house and I would be home alone with him. I quickly hid random knives around the house in unexpected places just in case and predialed 9-1 on my phone so I’d be more than ready when I needed to dial that additional 1.
And just like in the movies, some seemingly-harmless dude showed up and I had to let him into my home and show him to the toilet. Like the majority of non-murderous plumbers would do, he went straight to work and I hesitantly sat at my computer with the phone nearby, ready to dial that 1 at a moment’s notice knowing very well that this whole “nice dude plumber” thing was probably an act and I’d be clubbed over the head with a pipe wrench any second.
Little did I know that my seemingly murderous plumber was actually not so much murderous as he was, er, curious. Instead of sneaking up behind me and striking me dead, he walked confidently into my kitchen and turned on the sink. As he checked the water pressure, he casually asked me, “so, have you ever seen the show Sister Wives?”
I responded with something along the lines of “ew, oh my god NO, that show is *bleeping* disgusting” to which he replied (rather defensively), “why do you think it’s so disgusting?!” I explained that the idea of polygamy is crazy and gross and demeaning and I do not agree with it and he began to tell me about how his friends are swingers and how he thinks swinging is ‘cool’ and how he thinks it’s interesting that polygamy and polyamory is becoming more widely accepted and didn’t know why I wasn’t a fan of either.
No. Freakin’. Shit. This conversation legitimately happened in my kitchen. With a stranger plumber that reminded me of a giant sociopathic Teletubby.
So instead of dialing my precious additional ‘1’, I decided to text my friend Sarah to come over instead. A) because Sarah lives right around the corner, and B) because she grew up in South Sacramento where it’s super ghetto and once beat the crap out of some mugger with padlocks hidden in her hands. Sarah came right over which made the molestery polygamist plumber man mad because she had intervened on his plans to kidnap me to his scary cult compound to become his 8th wife.
It wasn’t until he had to show me some drainage pipe outside that he took the opportunity to very sheepishly ask for my phone number. My normal response to weirdos asking for my number is to reply that I’m seeing someone (which is kind-of true as I do spend a lot of time with Dr. Reid on Criminal Minds…well, watching him on the show, anyways) so I blurted it out without thinking that clearly this response wouldn’t jive well with someone who believes that having 3498723 wives is kosher, so what’s another non-existent boyfriend? But to my relief he took the bait and refused to acknowledge me after I shot him down in my driveway while he hosed sludge out from our pipes. It was, quite possibly, the shittiest way to turn down someone — literally.
So anyways, after the incident and narrowly escaping my dreaded fate of becoming a sister wife, I went out and had a beer as a toast to my survival. And then I shoveled these Cookie Dough Seven Layer Bars in my face because I deserved them after my crazy afternoon. I’m so happy I lived to try them because they were so incredible! Like, if you open the dictionary to ‘gooey’ you’ll see these bars. They are out.of.this.world & you must try them — they’re the key to your survival!
Have you tried those new Cookie Dough Oreos yet?! If not, you must pick up a package. Lately Oreo’s been on the money with their limited edition fun flavors — I haven’t met one I didn’t like and the Cookie Dough is no exception. Personally, I think they taste identical to cookie dough — brown sugary, rich and spiked with vanilla, then paired with the crunch of the chocolate wafer cookie. It kind of has a coffeeish undertone to it which makes it taste more well-rounded and deepens that flavor but doesn’t push it into mocha territory. So you can imagine that upon trying a handful of these fun flavors, I HAD to make something with them and these bars immediately came to mind. They taste just like a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie: chewy, slightly underbaked, SUPER gooey and oh-so scrumptious. You won’t be able to stop at just one bar!
Have a fantastical day!!
xo, Hayley
You guys wanna hear about the time I got a free iPod?!
So I was dating this guy I met through a friend’s friend’s friend. We met up for the first time at a movie theatre and he was wearing a butt-flap. A butt-flap. If you’re blissfully unaware of what a butt-flap is, it’s a piece of fabric that unnecessarily hangs from the back of one’s pants, quite literally being a butt-flap. And it’s the most asinine and ridiculous thing one could ever wear besides sandals and socks. And he was wearing one, and in my moment of being a stupid teenager, I didn’t see anything wrong with this. Later, there would be many other things I didn’t see wrong which were very, very wrong, like taking 2347627823 pictures of myself to post on MySpace, or wearing turquoise eyeshadow up to my brow bones and thinking it was attractive.
Anyway, I was totally smitten with the fact that he spiked his hair just-so, that he wore that friggin’ stupid butt-flap, and that he read great works of English literature and claimed to be a feminist. We would frequently have conversations in which he would wax poetic about how he thought squatters were cool and how he thought meat-eaters were terrible people. He was unlike anyone I’d ever dated before because I probably was avoiding people like him for a reason. Also, he was a Cancer, which is a terrrrrible mistake for an Aquarian to make. (If you’re an Aquarius and like a Cancer dude: stop, drop, and run. Don’t answer his texts. He’ll probably start wearing a butt-flap soon.)
For a YEAR I listened to his intense arguments about why most men were chauvinistic pigs and why he thought leather was evil, even though he wore shoes with leather soles. We would hang out at his house–a sprawling, dilapidated 1920’s style mansion (really) in his room where he had posters of Japanese artwork on the walls. And for about 30% of the year we were together, I was happy. The rest of the time, true to teenagers-in-love fashion, we fought terribly over absolutely NOTHING, as most teenagers do.
Fast forward to the day of our one year anniversary. Things were going prettttty awkward. So awkward, I’m assuming, which is why I cannot remember any of it except little snippets that I am going to tell you about now.
We got to the apathetic-gift-exchange part of the anniversary. I don’t remember what I got him so therefore, it was probably crappy, and he handed over a large box which contained the first and original iPod: a clunky, snow-white brick with a eardrum-splitting clicks when you thumbed the wheel and a dim black and pale green screen.
Of course I was floored. An iPod? He didn’t even have a job (hello, he believed in squatting–do you really see him being conventionally employed!?) and yet he had purchased this iPod for me, in spite of all of our bickering. It made me look twice at him, like maybe I could forget about the fact that he had an aversion to deodorant or that he wore jeans from the womens department.
Juuuuust about when I was getting ready to accept this, a few hours later he broke up with me, in a parking lot, in front of my mom’s minivan, while wearing a butt-flap. “It’s just not working out, and I just can’t do this anymore,” he explained vaguely. He insisted I keep the iPod and, now the proud owner of a 450-pound iPod, I happily obliged.
And that’s how I simultaneously ended an exactly 365-day relationship AND got a free iPod. Now who is hungry?!
With caramel apple season around the corner, I haaaaad to get a jump start. Personally, I find caramel apples to be a seasonless favorite–I can enjoy them while it’s melting hot outside or when it’s blustery, but I prefer them when the weather changes, the leaves transform into beautiful shades of ruby, and when apples are in their peak season.
These apple pops are a spin-off of two ideas that knocked my socks off — a recipe for Apple Jack Cookies in Jessica Segarra‘s new book, Cereal Sweets & Treats, and a recipe from an older Taste of Home magazine that called for dipping baked cookies in caramel, rolling them in nuts and sticking them on a toothpick. Not one to skimp on that extra oomph, I decided to blend both recipes to create a truly unique, seasonal treat that is reminiscent of my all-time fave!
These pops aren’t only adorable, but they’re DELICIOUS, too. I LOVE the addition of crushed Apple Jacks cereal into the snickerdoodle cookie base. It’s such an unexpected twist and marries so beautifully with the spicy, warm cinnamon of the sugary cookie dough, while imparting a nice, crisp texture as well. The apple flavor is subtle, so you can focus primarily on that buttery caramel, the salty peanuts, and the rich, complex cinnamon flavor of these scrumptious, highly addictive cookie pops. I’m in love!
Be sure to check out Jessica’s book — I LOVE cereal and am finding I am obsesssssed with every recipe in here!
Have a fantastical day!!
xo, Hayley
Remember that time when your boob popped out at the gym?
No? Is that just me? Go figure.
Why is the gym some super hotspot for me to have embarrassing things happen? Deep down, I think it’s the universe’s way of saying don’t go to the gym because really, most mortals don’t have these weird-o things just happen to them consecutively.
Anywaaaay. So I was doing my usual floor exercises/stretches/bullsh*t when I decided I wanted to do a plank. Why not, I thought. Planking seems like the perfectly logical thing to do while working out.
While this thought was being born, I was doing toe-touches and because of my lack of pockets I had ingeniously lodged my iPod into my bra for safekeeping.
After toe-touches I got down into planking position and was dying doin’ my thang when a horrid song came on. I don’t really know why I have terrible songs on my iPod, but I’m assuming it’s because any song is horrid if it isn’t the one I’m playing on repeat. And also because I have a terrible taste in music.
So naturally, I am unable to do anything when a bad song is on, so I reached for my iPod to quickly banish said-awful song from my ears when, kaboom.. boob.
During this exercise mishegas, my iPod had, er, stuck to me, and without thinking, I just pulled it out thinking everything was jim dandy buuuuut, my lady lump fell out with it.
S0o0o0o0o there I was, planking and sweaty, with a boob just chillin’, and a horrible song in my ears, and about 3476283468234 people surrounding me. It was the perfect equation for oh my god this is my life what the hell.
This has absolutely zero to do with these billionaire bars except I’m pretty sure this kind of thing doesn’t happen to billionaires since billionaires can usually afford workout clothes with iPod pockets. Or their own home gym. Or you know, just have their favorite band perform while they do lunges. Dammit, why do rich people have everything?!
Everything except gymboob stories. And cookie dough billionaire bars.
If we’re being honest, I have no idea why these are called billionaire bars. I’ve just seen them around the interwebs and realized it’s basically just cookie dough sitting on top of caramel sitting on top of a shortbread crust, and that sounds awesome. I made them, and true to their genetic makeup, they are super duper superbly awesome. And totally make me feel less omg embarrassed for the whole boobage thing.
I brought these into work and they were gone within minutes. I don’t blame my hungry coworkers– there’s something about sweet, crispy sugar cookie crust, gooey, smooth caramel and buttery, soft cookie dough that makes me weak in the knees, too! And lucky for my coworkers, I didn’t even charge them per bar! 😉
Have a delicious day!
xo, Hayley
