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Cinnamon Chocolate Peanut Butter Pecan Cookie Bar

I'm not a huge baker, but over the past few weeks my girlfriend has kind of gotten me into the whole baking stuff. She's a Pinterest user so we usually just bake things that she has pinned previously, and they turn out to be quite delicious.

Peanut Butter Smores Bar
However, after I made the Peanut Butter Smores Bars shown above, I felt it was finally time to do some experimenting of my own. So, in a split second decision after eating Chipotle, I told my friend Summit to take a quick left because I had to purchase some ingredients at Publix. I had no real idea of what those ingredients were other than 'cookie dough' because that stuff is just delicious.

So, upon arriving at Publix I purchased four things:

  • Milk chocolate pieces
  • Reese's peanut butter pieces
  • Chopped pecans
  • Pilsbury cookie dough

Sorry I'm not big on ingredients, I kind of just wing it when it comes to recipes and go with my gut, so no measurement was performed when obtaining 'how much' I actually put into the recipe, but a good estimate is about half of a 10oz (283g) bag for both the chocolate and peanut butter, and about half of a 4oz (113g) bag of chopped pecans should do it!

I went back home and although my first instinct was to stack them, and put half of the cookie dough on the bottom of my 8x8 pan and the other half on top and make a cookie sandwich kind of thing, I thought, that's going to be way too melted in the middle. So, in a split brilliant decision, I just poured an arbirtrary amount of peanut butter, milk chocolate, and chopped pecans into the cookie dough and mixed it all together. By the end I had an 8x8 pan about 3/4 of an inch high of deliciousness. I baked it for 14 minutes at 350 degrees, and then as I was going to take it out, I had a moment of genius.

This was past just a good idea to make the heart attack dish deadly, this was a touch that made the dish heavenly. I sprinkled cinnamon across the top of the entire cookie dish and then put it back in the oven for 2 minutes. This part is really important because you want the cinnamon to blend into the top of your cookie.

The result was phenomenal. Here's a pic after eating my first few bites.

This tastes like happiness.



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