Normally, this little blogger loathes anything sour and tart.

I grew up in the sour candy generation (or feels like it, anyway). WarHeads, sour Skittles, Sweet Tarts, sour Baby Bottle Pops, even some Ring Pop flavors… none of which were my friends.

It may be hard to believe, but at one point I *did* want to be a follower of what my friends were doing. Alllll my middle school friends would spend their lunch money on the candy vending machine in our cafeteria and they’d ALLLL get sour Skittles. They were still relatively new when I was in seventh grade, so I grabbed some one day. Within one bite, I was basically seizing on the floor… they were SO SOUR!

I managed to finish a package, which wasn’t anything special and didn’t net me any cool points with my friends. The thing you had to do at the end was SUCK OUT THE SOUR POWDER at the end of the bag. Uuggh, I’m clenching every muscle and cringing just thinking about it!

So yeah, I avoid sour things like the plague. However, I also LOVE pickles more than life itself, which is bizarre and contradictory, I know.

I also love key lime pie A LOT which is also bizarre seeing how tart it can be. However, I found this Best Ever Key Lime Pie to be juuuust right. Sweet with a tart edge without being squishy-faced sour if you know what I mean!

I first discovered key lime pie in Miami at Cafe Versailles. I had thought their version was my fave until I had this! Creamy, EASY(!!!), and only a few simple ingredients. If you want to make it entirely homemade, use a homemade graham cracker crust – but I took the easy way out and used my favorite prepared graham cracker crust. However, homemade whipped cream is NOT optional!

Now who wants a slice of this fantastic goodness?!

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The Best Key Lime Pie

This fantastic KEY LIME PIE is the best I've ever tried! Creamy, smooth, easy, and sweet with a tart edge everyone will love!

Course Dessert, Pie

Cuisine American, Dessert

Prep Time 2 hours hours 20 minutes minutes

Cook Time 10 minutes minutes

Total Time 2 hours hours 30 minutes minutes

Servings 8

Author Hayley Parker, The Domestic Rebel

Ingredients

• One 9" prepared graham cracker crust or use your own homemade recipe
• 28 ounces (Two 14-ounce cans) sweetened condensed milk
• 2 large eggs
• 1 cup Key lime juice fresh or bottled
• Zest of two limes
• 1 cup heavy whipping cream
• 1/3 cup confectioners' sugar

Instructions

• Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Place the graham cracker pie crust on a rimmed baking sheet to catch any drips if it happens.
• In a large bowl, whisk together the condensed milk, eggs, Key lime juice, and lime zest until completely smooth and combined. Pour the Key lime filling into the prepared pie crust and smooth out the top.
• Bake for 10 minutes or until set. If it jiggles a little, this is okay and normal. Do not over-bake. Cool completely, then refrigerate for at least 2 hours to set.
• Just before serving, make your whipped cream. In the bowl of a stand mixer, whip the heavy whipping cream and confectioners' sugar until stiff peaks form, about 5-7 minutes. Spread the whipped cream evenly over the pie before serving.

The contrast of the buttery graham cracker crust with the sweet-tart juicy lime filling is absolutely amazing! No wonder why this pie is a classic!

Have a super sweet day!

xo, Hayley

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It’s official: I’m back with a vengeance.

I know I took my brief hiatus, but I am so ready to be blogging again! Book writing takes up a LOT of time, but I love it – that will always be my passion! However, at the risk of sounding like a mushy blob, I missed you guys. And frankly (I never thought I’d say this), I am SO OVER CHRISTMAS! (My third book is a Christmas book, if you didn’t know).

Seriously, my office looks like St. Nick himself threw up a winter wonderland and then a tornado destroyed it. Christmas candy everywhere, rogue ornaments, a messy pile of tangled Christmas lights, and so much red & green I want to scream.

This is really weird for me and I’m low-key having an identity crisis because I am a Christmas FREAK. I love it. I listen to Christmas music in July sometimes, and I spend all year brainstorming perfect present ideas and daring myself to put up my decorations the day after Halloween.

But like… me planning for Christmas since Halloween 2017 leading into actual Christmas 2017 plus three additional months of Christmas 2018 before actual Christmas 2018… and I’m a *little* burnt out. So I’m embracing springy recipes and such, including these (admittedly season-less) Oreo Cookies & Cream Magic Bars!

I don’t know why I never bake with Oreos, but it’s time I changed that! These bars are so soft and chewy with a fudgy, gooey filling made of Oreos, chocolate chips, white chocolate, Hershey’s cookies & cream candy bars, and the crown jewel: sweetened condensed milk. I swear, that stuff is liquid GOLD.

The result is an easy, impressive, and most importantly – a decadent magic bar you can’t miss!

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Oreo Cookies & Cream Magic Bars

These Oreo Cookies & Cream Magic Bars are gooey, fudgy, soft, chewy, and totally dreamy!

Course Bars, Dessert

Cuisine American, Dessert

Prep Time 10 minutes minutes

Cook Time 32 minutes minutes

Total Time 42 minutes minutes

Servings 15 -18

Author Hayley Parker, The Domestic Rebel

Ingredients

• One box chocolate cake mix
• 1/2 cup butter melted
• 1 large egg
• 15 Double-Stuf Oreos roughly chopped
• 4 Hershey's Cookies & Cream candy bars roughly chopped
• 3/4 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips
• 3/4 cup white chocolate chips
• 14 ounces (One 14 ounce can) sweetened condensed milk

Instructions

• Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Line a 13x9" rectangular baking pan with foil, extending the sides of the foil over the edges of the pan. Spray the foil liberally with cooking spray.
• In a large bowl, combine the cake mix, melted butter, and egg with a rubber spatula until a soft but thick dough forms. Press the dough evenly into the prepared pan and bake for 12 minutes. Remove from the oven, but keep the oven on.
• Immediately top the crust evenly with the chopped Oreo cookies, the candy bars, and both types of chocolate chips. Drizzle the sweetened condensed milk evenly over the bars. Return to the oven and bake for 18-20 minutes until set and bubbly. Cool completely before cutting into bars.

Gooey, soft and chewy bites of heaven! You’ll love these!

Have a super sweet day!

xo, Hayley

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1. You know that moment when you’re walking down the office hallway and you see someone from a few yards away, and you don’t know when to properly recognize them?  Do you recognize them with a smile and a polite ‘hello’/head nod when you’re still a large distance away?  Or do you casually pretend to look at the walls around you/watch your feet as you walk/stride with purpose until there’s a reasonable distance between you two and you can make contact?  And what if you go to make contact now that they’re close and they thought you blew them off, so when you look up to say hi or head-nod to them, their head is down and they just breeze by?  Like OMG I DIDN’T WANT TO BLOW YOU OFF BUT THE DISTANCE WAS QUESTIONABLE.

2. Or when you email your boss/a coworker/someone in your general vicinity and then realize you need go to to the printer/go to the bathroom/walk past them for some other reason and they haven’t yet responded, so you hope that they aren’t sitting there thinking you’re pacing around their cube, waiting for a response.  So you purposefully walk in a completely different direction, totally out of your way to get to your destination so they won’t think you’re a stalker.

3. When your younger sister convinces you to go to the store where the guy you hit on works and tells you it’s a good idea to walk in and buy some gummy bears when really this is a terrible idea.  So you walk in and buy your gummy bears and he sees you and you make small talk and the second you leave you realize you look like a desperate, psychotic asshat and NEVER want to step foot in that grocery store again, but like, they carry the soup you like and never eating it again would be a travesty, so there’s that awkward game of “I wonder if they’ll be working” or weird shuffle you have to do to avoid them when you’re really going for soup and trying not to look like a freak.

4. You’re in a social setting telling a story and the person/people you’re talking to start another conversation in the middle of your story and so you just stand there debating whether or not to continue your story when they clearly aren’t listening, or whether to awkwardly and abruptly end your story and have them be like “oh, so you were saying?” a few seconds later and you have to repeat the entire thing like you didn’t notice that they were totally, rudely ignoring you.  My stories are important, jerkface.

5. “How are you?” “Good, and you?” “I’m great, and you?” “I am… about to go crawl into a hole of embarrassment.”

6. Aaaaand one of the most awkward things ever: being sung ‘Happy Birthday.’  I looooooooaaaaathe this with every fiber of my being.  WHAT THE HELLLLL am I supposed to do while people are awkwardly singing me Happy Birthday?!  Sit there?  Smile like a total tool?  Sing along?  Clap?  GAAAAAHHHH I hate it.  And every time I have to sing it to someone else, I feel their pain and don’t want to sing so I don’t have to be witness to the awkwardness, but don’t want them to look at me and think that I’m the jerk who isn’t wishing them a good birthday.

7. Gingerly taking a bite of a jelly donut (or something filled) and thinking because you ate it delicately, everything will be contained, but rather everything explodes everywhere and you’re stuck with this now-deflated thing in your mouth and the contents all over your pants/the floor/not in your mouth.

8. And on that note, eating jelly donuts by themselves.  Don’t you know the new, tastiest way to eat them is stuffed inside of a cookie bar?!  It’s what the cool, non-awkward kids are doing nowadays.

So guess what happens when you have six jelly donuts leftover, two packages of oatmeal & brown sugar cookie dough in the fridge and a craving for something scrumptious?  These Oatmeal Cookie Peanut Butter & Jelly Donut Bars!  They couldn’t be simpler to make and they are seriously one of the best.things.ever — no joke.  One of my new favorites!  They’re a must-make — it would be awkward not to.

As I said before, these bars are one of my new favorites because they combine two of my favorite treats: donuts & cookies!  While combining the two may sound like a total sugar-bomb, the two actually complement each other scrumptiously and offers plenty of contrasting flavors so it doesn’t just taste like a mouthful of sweet.  I love the tartness of the jelly that bursts from the center of the bar and the saltiness from those heavenly pockets of peanut butter.  And the oatmeal cookie “bread” to this unique sandwich is perfect — warm, comforting, and with a great, chewy texture.  I’ve been dreaming of these since I made them and can’t wait to make them again!!

Have a scrumptious day!!

xo, Hayley

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So. House Hunters.

You know that show on HGTV that focuses on some random couple who get to pick between three different houses?  Yeah, that one.  I actually really like the show — it’s neat to see the different layouts of other homes, and especially see what homes look like internationally.  However, I LOATHE the people on the show.

Sometimes I wonder in what kind of dark hole did HGTV extract these terrible people, because they’re absolutely terrible (go figure).  First of all, they blab on and on about their “Must List” which usually includes a variety of things that would be nearly impossible to purchase on an ordinary market in say, an upper middle class neighborhood in Anytown, USA.  These things include, but are not limited to: indoor swimming pools, seventeen bedrooms and sixteen bathrooms, walk-in closets for everyone including their pet fish, hard-wood floors made from the most exotic and endangered tree in the world, a built-in Rosie the Robot, and a 10-acre backyard for their annoying kids that mows itself.

Oh. And for like, $115K?  Is that reasonable, realtor-person-who-probably-wants-to-push-you-in-front-of-a-moving-semi?

So then this realtor, probably mentally orchestrating how they will successfully murder this obnoxious couple, shows the couple some house that is missing one of the bajillion amenities this couple requires to live, and the couple nitpicks the place clean as impractically as possible.

“Wow, this living room is HUGE!  But oh my god, look at the color of the walls!  Who paints their walls taupe?  What a shame that we are somehow physically incapable of repainting this living room.”

“Oh my gosh, the guest bathroom is like, ten feet from the kitchen!  I don’t know how I feel about having a bathroom near the kitchen.  You know how I get after Taco Thursdays…”

“This bathroom is great but, it doesn’t have a view!  I was really hoping when I urinated I could look out onto the city below and make faces at people.”

“Whoa, this 150,000 acre backyard is beautiful!  But oh my gosh, it’s like, seven miles away from a highway.  That could probably disturb our fragile sleeping patterns.”

“Awh man, it’s a two-story house!  Our able-bodied child, too young to walk presently, will NEVER be able to figure out the concept of stairs!  It’s just too baffling for his childlike mind.”

“The tiling in this bathroom is great, but the bathroom itself is on the smaller side.  You know how I love to throw ballroom dancing classes in the bathroom.”

“This kitchen is a little on the dated side.  I’m concerned our friends will judge us for having a slightly dated kitchen, rather than for being the completely vapid, ignorant buttfaces that we are.”

And so on, and so forth, until I rip all my hairs out because I want to dropkick these annoying couples in the eyeball.

So usually, when watching the show (which is constantly since my parents have some sort of weird attachment to the show–but also, thankfully, agree that the couples are usually dolts), I have to also be focused on something else so I’m not distracted by the fact that the world will end House-Hunters-style because there are so many stupid people in the world who think wall colors are permanent.  And usually, that means I’m snacking on something so I’m in my happy place.  Being in your happy place is good, I find.

Enter: Monster Cookie Dough Brownie Bombs. Perfect for the monster inside of you that only comes out when House Hunters is on.

You need to make these!  One of my FAVORITE brownie bomb recipes yet!

Included in the recipe is a super easy shortcut featuring Betty Crocker’s Oatmeal Cookie Mix.  If you’re not feeling the whole measuring-out-from-scratch thing, simply use the mix instead with a few tweaks for an authentic, homemade flavor without all the extra work.  Easy peasy!

These brownie bombs are one of my favorites to date!  I love that monster cookies incorporate some of my favorite cookie elements: oats, peanut butter, brown sugar, and miniature M&M’s for that pop of color.  You could certainly add in mini Reese’s Pieces if you’d like, or miniature peanut butter chips for a more peanutty flavor.  And if you’re super into chocolate, consider dipping the brownie bombs into chocolate, and drizzling the chocolate bombs with peanut butter sauce.  That’d be tasty, too!

Have a delicious day!!

xo, Hayley

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I’m currently in the midst of a serious dilemma.

It runs deep and is causing a definite riff between my family and I. And possibly soon, society and I.

You see.. I have a problem. A problem sometimes frowned upon by people of either gender, except for those who can appreciate and understand my problem for what its worth.

I have a problem…with guy cologne.

You see, as a person who blows through a bottle of perfume a week and as a person who hoards body sprays in within a foot-radius of anywhere around her, you could say I know a little thing or two about perfume. I couldn’t live without it, because if it didn’t exist, I’d likely smell like soup and thus my life would collapse upon itself since smelling like soup is my number one fear, right above monkeys and long-haired, mandal-wearing men with wire-rimmed glasses. It’s just not okay, you know?

But I have some issues with ladies perfume. It all smells THE SAAAAAME. And by ‘same’, I mean it smells like either some form of a baked good and/or musky creature (read: instamigraine), or like flowers which, call me crazy, smell better as actual flowers than as perfume. And I’m not really a vanilla/musk/gardenia kinda girl.

(On a side note: gardenias smell AWFUL. My mom loves them, so I try to please her with them occasionally, but omg, they smell rotten to me. And one time we got her a gardenia bubble bath and it smelled like mustard. Every time she used it, the smell of French’s wafted throughout the house. Thankfully, I like mustard, but I do not like gardenia-mustard, so it was kind of hard to get used to this).

So I have a few girlie favorites, but really, I LOVE me some cologne. It just smells so sophisticated, and who doesn’t want to smell like a chic male model? I know I do, since there are far worse things to smell like (like soup. or gardenia-mustard).

A couple days ago, my brother gave me the arduous task of buying him a new bottle of Old Spice body wash. I spent a good portion of my shopping time in the bath aisle huffing bottle after bottle of the stuff. IT SMELLED SO GOOD. I ended up buying him this new flavor with foxes on the front, and I must say, if foxes smell like this in real life, I am going to be a fox hoarder. Stuff smells BAWWWMB. I also fell in love with this one that has a hawk on it and smells like the chicest male you ever did see. Determined to smell good, I bought it for myself.

When I emerged from the most sophisticated smelling shower in the history of the world, my brother asked me if I had used his body wash. I explained that I had, in fact, used a MALE body wash, but not his, because mine has the hawk on the front and he has the fox one. He picked up the bottle and said “you’re using guy body wash? Isn’t that weird?” and I had to have a long heart-to-heart with him about how hard it is to be a girl in this world full of weird-smelling floral perfumes and if he was open-minded in allowing women wear men’s cologne, the world would be a better place.

Needless to say, my family asks me daily where I came from. My enlightening girl-cologne-conversation didn’t go over as well as I’d hoped. But that’s okay because I made Twinkies, and the world was realigned once more.

Since Hostess took a nosedive, I’ve been thinking about Twinkies more lately. Like using them in truffles or shortcake… you know, normal things. And it dawned on me that making an actual Twinkie was probably pretty easy, and then, switching up that classic pound cake-and-cream flavor for something a little different would be just as simple. So I did that, and took a kid-friendly PB&J and stuffed it into a Twinkie.

Best idea since smelling like a chic male.

Peanut Butter & Jelly Twinkies *Twinkie base recipe from Brown Eyed Baker

There’s something continually comforting in eating a peanut butter & jelly sandwich. It’s the quintessential kid food, and when those flavors pair up with a Twinkie, it makes one delicious snack! The peanut butter glaze on top remains softer even the next day, giving that creamy texture we all love from peanut butter. And the jelly filling is surprising and sweet, tasting like a canoe-shaped PBJ sammy. I really loved these, and I know your kids will, too!

Happy Baking!

xo, Hayley

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I am an over-justifier.

I don’t know where this need comes from, but I’m assuming it’s in the same part of the brain that is convinced that layering deodorant is wise and that it will always be okay to sing Mary-Kate and Ashley sing-a-long songs. <–I sing this song literally 3 times a week at the minimum. I only wish I were exaggerating.

For instance, a couple days ago, I brought my favorite cashier a birthday present. As I headed into the store I was struck with this intense fear that an employee at the door would notice me and would demand to know why I was carrying in a gift bag. So before the employee even had a chance to notice me, I explained to him that it was my favorite cashier, Rina’s, birthday, and I was surprising her with a birthday present *lifts up gift bag for proof* and that I wanted to surprise her because she’s such a sweetie and we’re friends. I added the last part so the employee wouldn’t think that I was some weirdo who has a crush on Rina or something — he needed to know that we go way back.

Or say, I’ll be in the dressing room shopping alone and emerge wearing a pair of high-waisted shorts that I’m not too sure about. So I’ll proceed to bombard the salesgirl with questions about how she feels about the shorts, and if it makes me look like I’m wearing a diaper, or is it flattering? Also, are my buttcheeks hanging out? because I’m not that kinda girl. I mean, I like looking like a pinup but not looking like I have two glazed donuts stuffed in the back of my shorts. And then I’ll ramble on and on about the things I could wear with the shorts, like that blazer I have–you know, the black one–or how I could even wear tights and high heels with them despite the fact that my mom hates shorts and tights. Meanwhile, the salesgirl is probably thinking to herself that she is not getting paid enough to sell clothes and be a therapist to some weirdo wearing high-waisted shorts. Also, yes, it does look like a diaper.

I don’t know why I’ve always been this way, it’s just how I am. I have always felt the need to constantly over-explain and over-justify everything in my life. Like, when someone gives me directions, I’ll repeat the directions and rephrase the questions and answers a good 10 times so I have a consistent answer for every differently-phrased question I re-ask them.

“So you can have tomorrow and Thursday off.”
“Okay, I can have tomorrow and Thursday. So Thursday and tomorrow.”
“Right. Thursday and tomorrow.”
“Okay, perfect. So I’ll work today, then have tomorrow–the 10th–and Thursday, the 11th, off of work.”
“Yes.”
“So I won’t work on Thursday and I won’t work tomorrow. But I will work today, and Friday.”
“Right.”
“Gotcha. Tomorrow and Thursday, no work.”
“…Yeah.”
“Great! So I won’t see you tomorrow or Thursday… but I WILL see you Friday!”
“On second thought, don’t come back ever because you’re psychotic.”

However, there are some things in life that don’t need justifying at all. Like the ever-popular combination of sweet + salty. I’m a huge fan, and I don’t need to tell you twice how awesome it is! Just pop in some kettle corn, eat a peanut butter + jelly sandwich, or suck on a salted caramel candy to fully experience the awesomeness.

So I figured it was time to take this sweet + salty crazy train to the next stop in flavortown: by incorporating a naturally awesome candy, Reese’s Mini Cups, into a soft-baked, ultra-chewy chocolate cookie. And for good measure, throw in some good, old-fashioned potato chips.

As if I need to explain how yummy these are.

Reese’s Chocolate Potato Chip Cookies *cookie base recipe adapted from HERE 

You will FLIP for the texture of these cookies! The base is SO soft and chewy–and miraculously, stays that way for up to a week (if they even last that long!) Then there are those melty pockets of the mini Reese’s cups–total. heaven. And the potato chips remain light and crunchy throughout the cookie, providing that nice contrast in texture. Seriously amazeballs — enjoy them!!

Have a great day!!

xo, Hayley

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With Christmas season practically in full-swing (uh, if your name is Hayley Parker, it’s most definitely in full-swing, seeing as all my decorating, shopping, and wrapping is done.. ahem), it’s no surprise that Christmas shopping is definitely happening. And while I love holiday shopping, I seriously loathe it at the same time.

No, not for the snaking lines of angry customers. No, not for the fact that my skinny wallet becomes practically emaciated by the time I’ve left the mall. No, not for the fact that I spent more time rabidly searching/stalking for a parking spot than I actually spent in the mall. But simply for the Aggressive Salespeople.

Okay, so I’ve worked retail before. I know there are certain sales and quotas you have to meet, stupid little lines you have to say, and general prodding one must do at their retail job. However, some people take that prodding to a whole new level of full-on assault and I dislike that intensely. Those people are now known as Aggressive Salespeople.

You know the sitch. You walk into a store like chum in a shark tank and are instantly swarmed by commission-hungry associates rattling off canned sales-pitches like “buy one, get one half off sweaters!” or “check out our awesome selection of holiday dresses!” It’d be one thing if they left it at that, or simply asked if you needed help, but Aggressive Salespeople, much like the Devil and Charlie Sheen, have no souls. They do not care about your shopping well-being.

What was intended on being a breezy, “just browsing” scenario quickly turns into something far more miserable than your little shopping mind had intended. You’re now a pawn in this Hunger Games-esque battle to the death between these sales associates as they verbally hound you and wait to strike when you’re at your most vulnerable: when you find something you like and want to try it on.

Because now you know once you try it on, Aggressive Salespeople have you good. You’re so cute and naive if you think you’re going to painlessly try on that dress without interruption, because for the next 8 minutes you’re changing in and out of your clothes, Aggressive Salespeople will knock on your door no less than 51 times, each time asking “how it’s going?” or they’ll begin bombarding your dressing room with colorful cardigans, flimsy camisoles, or scarves “because they’d look totally adorbz with that dress you’re trying on!!”

And when you–very bravely–emerge to check yourself out in the full-length mirror (a very brilliant ploy for Aggressive Salespeople, those damn sneaks), Aggressive Salespeople will flock to you and pepper you with fake-compliments or my personal favorite, compliminsults, about how the dress “totally hides any weirdness” (uh, thanks) or “makes you look SO lean and pretty” or my least-favorite, “that dress is SO you!!” (you don’t even know me, 17-year old retail person. Leave me alone).

Look. I know retail is a cut-throat world. But I honestly just wanted to shop in peace without feeling like my day would have been better spent swimming in a pool of blood with hungry sharks, or jumping off of a rocky mountainside into a river of magma. You know, the simple kind of shopping where help is there if you need it, not the kind where you rock helplessly back in forth in the dressing room, being showered with cardigans as you SOS-text your mom to please save me.

So, thank god for online shopping, right?!

And Super Crumb Cake. Holy helllll, thank god for that.

What, do you ask, defines a crumb cake as being “super”? Well, young grasshopper, it’s what happens when a crumb cake’s crumb topping goes through that crazy teenage phase and experiments with steroids that enlarge its crumb topping triple the size. And unlike real-life steroids, it’s awesome.

Because I don’t know about you, but often I find myself saying, “this crumb cake needs more crumb!” And thus, Super Crumb Cake was created. For all you crumby people out there

Super Crumb Cake *adapted from Baked Bree’s New York Crumb Cake recipe 

Super Crumb Cake.. I love you. In my humble opinion, this is the epitome of crumb cake. Massive hunks of spiced, brown sugary crumb top a light and fluffy vanilla-flavored cake. The balance in weight from the dense crumb and the airy cake somehow works, and there’s no doubt that every bite will be laced with that aromatic cinnamon, sweet vanilla, and sprinkling of sugary crumb. SO insane and so delicious.

Enjoy!

xo, Hayley

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Some Guilty Pleasures…

Betsey Johnson. Obvi.

Hamburger Helper. Scrunch your nose all ya want, but I friggin’ love the saucy boxed stuff.

French fries. They can do no wrong.

Ridiculously fake-long eyelashes. Love ’em.

Wearing cologne.

Nonfat iced chai tea lattes at Starbucks. The $4 somehow makes them taste better. Or not.

Doughnuts because duh.

Peplum-anything.

Real Housewives. I love my California girls, OC & Beverly Hills.

Sprinkles. Tons of them. All day, everyday. I. love. sprinkles.

So when I got the crazy idea to wrap sugar cookies around Oreos, I knew those aforementioned sugar cookies would be positively smothered in rainbow sprinkles. Is there any other way to eat sugar cookies? (I think not).

These Sugar Cookie-Covered Oreos are a fun surprise snack. Buttery sugar cookie dough is wrapped around both Golden and regular Oreos, then rolled in sprinkles and baked until golden. The result is a crispy, chewy, sprinkle-filled cup that’s as sweet to eat as it is to look at.

So eat up, sweetie.

Sugar Cookie-Covered Oreos

1 pkg refrigerated sugar cookie dough, room temperature (can use homemade, I used store-bought because it was easy)
12 Oreos (I used 6 Golden and 6 Double-Stuffed)
Rainbow non-pareils

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Line a muffin pan with 12 paper liners for easy removal. Set aside. Meanwhile, in a small bowl, pour some of the rainbow sprinkles.
2. Using your palms, flatten out one square of cookie dough into a flat disk. Place a cookie on top of the dough and sandwich between another flattened disk of dough. Seal the dough edges together around the Oreo to enclose it completely. Roll the stuffed cookie into the rainbow sprinkles and place in the muffin liner.
3. Bake for approx. 15-18 minutes or until the edges are light golden and the center appears set. Allow them to cool completely before removing the liners and eating. Best kept at room temperature, airtight, up to 2 days.

These cookie cups are super easy to make and taste delicious! The perfect sprinkle overdose in every bite

Enjoy!!

xo, Hayley

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