oreos
September 14th, 2009
I made oreos this weekend. Now before you go off on the whole “how do you do it all?” rant, let me just say I don’t. My husband has been off work for a few weeks now and he takes the big kids (just like that, they are big kids!) when the baby goes down for a nap. It’s been absolutely amazing to have him around so much. This is how it should be: two parents taking care of the kids, maybe a nanny thrown in to take some of the pressure off. Oh to be ridiculously wealthy….some day. That comes to an abrupt end today and god knows how I’m going to deal with these three whiny, crying, poopy bundles of love all day long. I’ll probably make more oreos, because I bake when I’m stressed. Mostly because I know I can make whatever recipe you throw at me or if I can’t there will be enough sugar and butter in it to be edible anyway. These cookies were most definitely edible. I’ve made oreos before and they were kind of a pain in the ass–well it was a martha stewart recipe so what do you expect–but they were really good and crunchy too. These were more to the moon pie end of the scale. The cookies themselves were super easy and super delicious and I would make them on their own again (and again), but I just wasn’t down with the filing. It is technically correct: crisco and butter and sugar. I assume that’s whats in real oreos (minus the butter) and that’s what martha puts in her oreos, but I just can’t bring myself to eat raw crisco. I’m no natural food freak, I have eaten my fair share of crisco and continue to have a can of it in the cupboard, but I can’t just stick my finger in it and eat it. ugh. So next time I’ll make a thick cream cheese frosting and slap that between the two cookies instead.
And there is a half done project under the cookies, see? ooop, and there’s the baby. So it’ll stay half done for another day.
The filling I used when I made whoopie pies was something like half butter and half marshmallow fluff.
That was some good cookie, let me tell you. I think my recipe was America’s Test Kitchen
hey they look good. but what is crisco? i guess i could just google it and save you the bother of telling me! is it like margarine? ooh, maybe they’d be good sandwiched together with a little mascapone and vanilla essence? yum.
i like the look of what’s underneath as well. it sounds like you’re doing pretty well to me! hope the wheels don’t fall off anytime soon!
I’m wondering how these are different from whoopie pies. I haven’t made either, and i’m not even sure what a whoopie pie is, but I think I need to eat a giant plate of each to figure out the difference.
I, too, bake when stressed. I bake when happy. I bake at 10 at night just because I suddenly need cake so I’m feeling your vibe…. :-)
And Crisco is gross. I admit, though, I use Tenderflake instead of Crisco and a big spoonful of lard would be super unpleasant. Cream cheese it up!
Next time you make the cream cheese filling, slap that goo between 2 PUMPKIN cookies…Yuuuuummmmers. Perfect for fall. I think there’s a recipe @ familyfun.com.
good luck with your new little darling…and all the big ones.
Tish Boyle’s The Good Cookie has an awesome whoopie pie recipe which is even better if you use Dutch-processed cocoa powder instead of natural. And it’s shortening-free filling is wowee-zowee :-)
P.S. Don’t forget to add a housekeeper to that list of hired help — we all need an Alice!
Dang, I’m going to have to try those, thanks for the suggestion. love the photo too.
I agree. I also bake when I’m stressed and I too hate Crisco. People always say ‘how do you do it all’ it drives me nuts, cause it ain’t easy doing even a little.
baking is tops on my list too right now. milo can be calm for just the length of time it takes to make something decadent. it also helps that i can dance like a mad fool in front of him while whisking, which isn’t something that can happen in the studio. too bad, because the studio work is totally fat free. sigh.
Your Martha Stewart comment made me laugh out loud – I have to speak with her about a certain sugar cookie recipe that led me astray once…