I have a new favourite cookie.
They’re hard to beat.
They’ve got apple and cinnamon and nutmeg and oats and raisins and chocolate.
What’s not to love?
The original recipe is here.
But I’m given to understand that Mountain Mama left the original original recipe behind a while ago.
And I’ve re-purposed it again to suit The Sheds family’s particular tastes.
Do you see how the cooling rack has bowed under the weight of Those cookies? That means they’re dense, and a dense cookie is a good cookie in my books.
It’s a choose-your-own-adventure cookie! Play along and you’ll see what I mean.
3/4 c. butter
1/3 c. brown sugar
1/2 c. blackstrap molasses
1 tsp. vanilla
2/3 c. juice (any kind. I’ve squeezed an orange and lemon and used water to make up 2/3 c.)
2 1/4 c. flour (more at altitude, as Mountain Mama points out!)
3 1/2 c. oats (quick, old fashioned, kamut or spelt flakes… I’ve used them all. Or mix-and-match!)
2 tsp. baking soda
2 tsp. ground cinnamon
1/2 tsp. nutmeg
1/2 tsp. ground ginger
Other optional dry ingredients:
Hulled hemp seeds
(I’m a card-carrying member of the a little of this a little of that baking club.)
Add wet to dry, mix together.
1 chopped apple
1 c. raisins or raisin/dried cranberry/dried fruit combo
3 handfuls of chocolate chips/carob chips/chocolate chunks
1/2 c. chopped nuts (walnuts/pecans/almonds – I like sliced almonds, but when Travis comes home I’ll leave nuts out altogether, because SOMEBODY doesn’t think nuts belong in BELONG in baking. Whatever.)
Mix all the add-ins to the batter, drop by the tablespoonful onto a baking sheet. Bake at 350 for 12 minutes in my oven, but your oven may vary. Don’t overbake! Altitude may have something to do with baking time too. Check them after 8 min and err on the side of underdone.
Bonus points if you bake them while standing in a Lego minefield:
While I was writing this, I was tormented by a high-pitched squeak. I blamed it on the kitchen clock that’s been limping along on a low battery for months, so I finally changed the battery. The noise didn’t stop. Then I noticed the squirrel through the kitchen window.
He (she?) was dancing around our woodpile, I watched him shiver and shake and jump… almost as if he was afraid of something. But he allowed me close enough for this picture:
Not sure what he was up to, but he disappeared after 20 minutes or so. It’s the first time I’ve seen a squirrel near the house. The neighbours told me there’s a fox hanging around, so perhaps he was taking shelter from the predator.