American Gladiators and Peanut Butter Pantry Cookies

When I was a kid, I wanted to be an American Gladiator. Ok, fine, I still want to be an American Gladiator. I even dressed up as one for Halloween 4 years ago:

Gladiator

But, that’s not the first time I dressed up as a Gladiator.  When I was about 6 or 7, I got out a bunch of bandanas and wrapped them around myself strategically. I made an obstacle course out of pillows and couches and ran that obstacle course like a champ. As soon as my mother saw me dressed up like that, she made me change. But it was fun while it lasted.

Also, when I was little I would wear my bathing suit and tights and “skate” around on the hardwood floors.

When I got a little older, I would wear a pink training bra with lace on it, a denim jacket, spandex pants and create dance routines to my Amy Grant cassette tape.

After that, my outfits got a little more boring. But I remember them. I have this weird knack for remember outfits. I might not remember what exactly was said, or what the date was, or who was there, but I could tell you exactly what I was wearing.

When I was nine, my brother accidentally hit me in the face with a golf club. I spent the whole afternoon in the ER, needed stitches, and still have a scar on my cheek, but what I was mostly upset about was that my yellow shirt with a bunny rabbit on it was completely ruined. My striped yellow and blue shorts were only sort of ruined.

On my 13th birthday, I wore an old man’s golf hat that I bought at a thrift store. I thought it was cool.

On the first day of 8th grade, I wore a black ADIDAS shirt and baggy jeans. I thought I was cool.

At my first “grown up” boy/girl party, I wore a pair of wide-leg jeans and a blue and white striped polo shirt. The party was really lame, and the boy I liked ignored me. Its okay though because he asked me out the following Monday at school.

When I had my first kiss I was wearing a green sweater and flare leg jeans.

When I got in my first real fight with my first real boyfriend, I had on a white shirt and I wore a blue scarf in my hair. It had little silver stars on it. I thought I was cool.

On my first date with my college boyfriend, I wore a grey and pink sweater and corduroy pants.

Currently, I’m wearing yellow socks, neon colored flowered pajama pants, and an Ohio State t-shirt. I’m still cool.

When I made these cookies, I wore an apron with red peppers all over it. I should clarify, I wore an apron with pictures of red peppers all over it. I should also clarify that I had clothes on underneath the apron.

These are some of my favorite cookies to make because once you make the base, you can pretty much add whatever you want to them. They’re basically modified monster cookies, but I like to call them pantry cookies.

 

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Peanut Butter Pantry Cookies:

Adapted from Recipe Girl

Ingredients

1 1/2 cups chunky peanut butter
1 cup light brown sugar
1 cup white sugar
1 stick unsalted butter, softened
3 eggs
1 Tbsp vanilla extract
4 1/2 cups Old Fashioned Oats
2 tsp baking soda
1 cup chocolate chips
1 cup butterscotch chips

Directions

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

In a large bowl, mix the peanut butter, butter, and sugars on medium speed until well combined and fluffy.  Mix in eggs and vanilla for another minute. Mix in oats and baking soda until well combined. Then stir in chocolate and butterscotch chips with a wooden spoon.  Drop the cookies by tablespoon onto a prepared cookie sheet (spray them with cooking spray or line the sheets with parchment paper).  Bake 10 -12 minutes. Cool cookies for 5 minutes on baking sheets and then transfer to a wire rack to cool completely.  Store in an air tight container.

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