
I had a hankering for oatmeal cookies, and I also have a giant jar of unsweetened applesauce to use up. I hope my mom and dad like these cookies, because if left to my own devices, Tim and I would eat the whole batch in about 24 hours. If there was an Olympic sport for overindulging, I could go for gold no problem.
Maple Glazed Oatmeal Cookies Recipe
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1 cup raisins
1/2 stick melted, salted butter (4 tablespoons)
1 cup packed brown sugar
1/2 cup white sugar
1 egg, room temperature
1/2 cup unsweetened applesauce
1 1/2 cup old-fashioned oats
1 1/2 cup flour

1/4 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon sea salt (or table salt, your call)
1 cup powdered sugar
1 1/2 Tablespoons maple syrup (go for the good stuff)
1 Tablespoon water
In a small bowl, mix the vanilla and raisins. Set aside and stir occasionally to let the extract absorb.
Using a stand mixer on low with the paddle attachment, mix together the butter and sugars until combined, then scrape the bowl and add the egg. Mix until combined, then add the dry items (except the powdered sugar, maple and water). Add the raisins and mix to combine.

Bake the cookies for about 13 minutes or until golden brown. Remove from the oven, but don't take the cookies off of the parchment.
While you wait for the cookies to cool, whisk together the powdered sugar, maple and water until it's smooth. Once the cookies are cool, drizzle with the glaze. Then, remove from the parchment paper. Otherwise, your kitchen counter will look like mine.
Time to clean up ...
3 comments:
My mom has always said that she hates cats. HATES them. That's all I heard growing up. So when we moved in with them, I was surprised that she agreed to let Olive come too. And now? She LOVES Olive. Talks to her. Always wants to know where Olive is in the house. Calls Olive her "girlfriend." Leaves a little bowl of water for her on the screened-in porch (Olive loves the porch and will sit out there all day). It's so bizarre. My mom's even "joked" that Olive is staying when we move out. But then I ask her who is going to clean her litter box. And then she changes her mind.
My dad asked me what purpose Napoleon has, like what he was bred to do. And I told him, perplexed "companionship?"
Now I hear that he took him out multiple times this weekend and had little conversations with him about the importance of stretching before working out (because Napoleon does a little downward dog type stretch when he wakes up).
It's so interesting to see how pets can change people. My best friend's parents refused to get a dog and now they love thier first one so much that they're planning on getting another! I think everyone needs a pet - it's such a unique relationship!
-Irina
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