|Pictured: Tiny discs of awesome.|
|Yeah, don't tell your friends how simple this is, or they may not care so much.|
|Simplicity can be so comforting. And so tasty.|
|Getting to smush things is so, so satisfying...red flag.|
|The bottle of Jameson in the background is actually not a part of the recipe,|
but you could totally go for it if you're adventurous.
|Pictured: A future clean kitchen ruiner.|
|They looked so pretty before they went into the oven.|
|But then I immediately added more sugar to cover up the weirdness.|
|The peanut butter and lemon scents made my house smell surprisingly good |
and not at all conflicted. No sarcasm.
These cookies will help you win at life because if you're feeling shitty for whatever reason (bad hair day, feeling gross, Netflix doesn't stream the show you wanted to watch, tired of feeling like you're melting to death when you go outside, etc.), when people make the "yum" noise while eating them (you know which one I mean), you know you brought them that yum. You are responsible for the joy happening to their taste buds. You are a cookie rock star, and people will love you for it. Cookie Monster would have your ass on #1 speed dial if he actually existed. So the next time you need cheering up, a favor, or just a general reminder that you win at life, bake a few batches of these for your friends and family. It brought me out of my "my husband's birthday is today and we can't be together" funk, which is like a level 7 funk. Totally major. So I will definitely enjoy making a few batches of these to send to him in a few weeks...because up next is celebrating 'Merica's birthday with a hopefully kick ass cake to rival even the most patriotic of Americana. Til next time, my fellow eaters!