When I was a little girl I remember vividly coming home from school and smelling the yumminess of fresh baked cookies as I was walked throught the front door. My siblings and I would fight over the cookies and even though they were still hot we would scarf them down as fast as we could until our tummy's ached... and then eat some more. They were SOOOOO good!
One of my fondest memories of my mom is this said memory. Mom would usually have something baking for us when we got home from school at least once a week. I loved it. Whether it was chocolate chip cookies, cinnamon rolls, some sort of cake, or her famous orange cookies, she always had a special treat for us. We were so loved :)
Sundays were my favorite. When we finished dinner and the kitchen was clean, we would want to dirty the kitchen up again. My mom would sometimes save some extra dough from the dinner rolls and we would make scones, or she would make caramel corn, or another sort of cookie. This said cookie was my favorite! Little did I know it was the easiest one to make as well. We grew up calling them Dog Poop Cookies. Other names for them are DP Cookies, Gorilla Poop Cookies, Drop Cookies of GP Cookies (I'm sure there are more names for them out there.)
For a while now I've been wanting to make these cookies but couldn't find the recipe. I finally called Mom and she gave it to me. Such an easy recipe!
2 C. Sugar 1/4 tsp Salt
2 tbsp Butter 1/2 tsp Vanilla
2 tbsp Cocoa 3/4 C. Peanut Butter
1/2 C. Milk 2 C. Oatmeal
Mix first 4 ingredients together in a saucer and bring to a boil. Take off heat. Add the next 3 ingredients and mix well. Add the oatmeal and mix again. Drop into spoonfuls on wax paper. Cool. Enjoy.
Literally takes 10 min if not less!
My siblings and I would fight over who got to lick the saucer. We could never wait for the cookies to cool either. We usually would end up burning our mouths and would still go back for more.
My only wish is that I can be the same way my Mom was with me. I hope to carry on these traditions and have yummy goodness waiting for my children when they come home from school. Such great memories and such great warmth. Oh the joys!