Mommy needs her sanity cookies

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 As Logged By:


Agent West

Agent West's Mom


Agent West is fast at work

Fixing a teddy for a special girl.

His Mommy's gone berserk.

Time for her to give baking a whirl!


Sanity cookies are just the thing

To keep Mommy from going completely insane.

Rather than whistle, I think I'll sing

Since no one's here to complain.  


I'm home alone and ready to let loose!

Daddy and baby make quite the diabolical pair, and always right when I'm ready for a break.  But the wine is poured, don't worry, I'll definitely be pouring more.  I'm turning on the music.  I'm belting out every tune.  

Let's get that cookie sheet greased!  All this mommy needs is some chocolate chips and the two other Diabolical Drei mommies to share these with.


Mommy's Sanity Cookies

A delicious mess of chocolate 

Makes 24 (12 if you go for the sanity sized)

 

Ingredients:

 

1/2 cup softened butter 

(BUT, if you are like most moms and don't know ahead of time when the need for sanity will strike, melting the butter works just fine)

1 cup sugar

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1 egg

1 cup flour

2 tablespoons cocoa powder

1/4 teaspoon salt

1/2 teaspoon baking soda

1 cup dark chocolate chips

AND

Optional:  1 bottle of wine

(more if you are making these with friends)


Directions:

If you are going the need-a-glass-of-wine route, go ahead and pour a glass and take a few sips.  Everyone knows that mommies letting loose usually starts with a glass or two of wine.

Preheat that oven to 375.

In a small bowl, mix the butter, sugar, and vanilla - Bonus points if you spill the vanilla extract in your effort to get anything less than a tablespoon out of that little bottle at a time.  If the extract runs down the bottle and all over your hand, congratulations!  You've earned a extra swig of wine!

Add the egg to the small bowl.  Shell in the batter?  Skip the sip of wine from the glass and just grab the wine bottle to throw one back.

In another bowl, mix together the flour, cocoa, salt, and baking soda.  Don't skimp on the cocoa.  That burst of bitterness is exactly what zings us mammas back to life.

Dump the liquid mix into the dry mix and stir.  (Okay, I confess.  Usually by now I've had enough wine that I need a few bites of cookie dough also.)

Mix in the chocolate chips.  I like to do a mix, half dark chocolate and half extra dark chocolate.  But you do it however you want.  These are your sanity cookies, after all.

Scoop out tablespoon sized globs (or serving spoon sized globs if you're going for the sanity sized) and plop onto a greased baking sheet. 

Bake 10 to 12 minutes depending on the size of your cookies and whether you like them chewy soft or crunchy.  Take these minutes to congratulate yourself with another sip of wine.  

And there you have it!  Agent West's Mommy's sanity cookies.  If you can wait long enough for them to cool, you're a strong mamma.  If you're the type that grabs a cookie as soon as they come out of the oven and does the excited oh-my-goodness-this-cookie-is-hot dance, welcome to the club.


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