Today I baked my first batch of peanut butter cookies.
The few followers I have will say, “What? You never made peanut butter cookies before?”
No, I have not.
Because I hate peanut butter cookies. If peanut butter cookies are the only option on the table I will not eat them. I dislike peanut butter. Peanut butter is only used as a last resort when there’s nothing in the house but bread and jam….or a banana. I will eat peanut butter and banana sandwiches, but I don’t enjoy it.
“If you hate peanut butter cookies then why did you bake some?”
Ah, well, there it is. A fine young man fixed my fizzled computer. I suggested that I would pay him in bread or some sweet treat. He laughed. I asked what his favorite cookie was. Peanut butter, he answered. I grimaced and wondered if there was any peanut butter left in the dusty jar on the counter. Was there a recipe in the Betty Crocker Cookbook?.
Betty Crocker pulled through and the dusty Skippy jar had enough of the creamy gunk for the recipe.
You must agree that a batch of peanut butter cookies is a better deal than paying the Geek Squad at Best Buy more money then they’re worth. (The worth of the Geek Squad, that is, not the cookies.)