Our cookie staples: The “$250 Neiman Marcus” + The Subway White Chocolate-Macadamia

Left: white-chocolate-macadamia. Right: "$250 Neiman Marcus Cookie"
Left: white-chocolate-macadamia. Right: “$250 Neiman Marcus Cookie”

Since we had lots of grounded oatmeal left over from our oatcakes experiment, we made one of our cookie staples in this house: the $250 Neiman Marcus cookie. Yes, back when the Interwebs was a relatively new thing, and forwarding chain (e-)mail suddenly was quick and simple, everyone was chowing down on this urban legend.

I made the recipe below healthier by reducing the sugar to 3 cups (yes, it seems like a lot, but it makes 180 bite-size cookies!). I also secretly added 1/4 cup of my blend of ground-up chia seeds, flax seeds, and hemp hearts. Omit the nuts, to make this school-safe.

For half of this batter, I added white chocolate chips and macadamia instead of regular chocolates, for our version of the popular Subway cookie. The copycat recipe is available, if you want it more authentic. (There was a time when I loved these cookies so much, that a student would buy one for me every day, just out of the goodness of his heart. I had to tell him to stop it after a couple of days, because I felt it was too generous. And a restaurant cookie a day probably isn’t the best thing.)

“$250 Neiman Marcus” Cookies (yield: approximately 180 x 1″ cookies)
Pre-heat oven to 375° F. Line cookie sheets with parchment paper or silicon sheets.

2 c. butter 1) Cream together.
2 c. brown sugar
2 c. white sugar

 

4 eggs 2) Add to butter mixture and mix.
2 t. vanilla extract

 

5 c. oatmeal, ground 3) Sift, then add to butter mixture.
4 c. flour
2 t. baking soda
2 t. baking powder
1 t. salt

 

24 oz. (680 g.) chocolate chips 4) Add to batter.
(8 oz.) chocolate, grated
2 c. nuts, chopped (optional)

5) Scoop 1” balls and place 1” apart on cookie sheet.
6) Bake for 10 min.

Sugaring off: Day (what the heck day is it? Oh yeah . . .) 24

Last night, for “dessert”, I had a mug of instant oatmeal. Granted, it was peaches and cream, my favourite artificially-flavoured oatmeal, but still, it was oatmeal. (I’m getting a little tired of all fruit, all the time.)

“How sad,” the Girl stated, as she carefully licked her cone of Neapolitan ice cream.

Yes, how sad indeed.