Here's pretty much what always happens: I open the fridge, I see the peanut butter, and I think to myself "self, you know what would be delicious? Peanut butter cookies."

So I take the peanut butter out of the fridge, and hit the bake button on my oven, which automatically sets it to preheat to 350F. I grab a medium-sized mixing bowl out of one cupboard, and snag the rice-cooker cup (which is precisely 2/3 a real measuring cup) and the granulated sugar out of the dry goods cupboard. I fill the 2/3-cup-sized cup to the brim with sugar and dump it in the bowl, and then remember to check and see if I have eggs.

If I don't have eggs, I am very sad, and pour the sugar back.

If I do have eggs, I crack one into the bowl, and then toss in a half a tsp of baking powder or soda (powder is best, but needs must) and whip it all together into a cream. This is usually super easy, because I spring for baker's sugar at the store.

(Fun fact: you can actually make these cookies with splenda, too, and I don't even mean the mixed-with-real-sugar-kind. You just have to take them out of the oven 1-2 minutes sooner.)

Then I fill that same 2/3-cup-sized cup to the brim, again, this time with peanut butter, and dump that in with the already mixed egg, sugar, and baking powder. If I've got chocolate chips, I pour a whole bunch (that is totally the technical term) into the bowl, too. It takes about 20-30 stirs to make the whole thing into a fluffy dough that I can spoon out into 12 balls that I plop onto a baking sheet, and by this time, the oven has just dinged that it's preheated.

Bake 'em for 12 minutes (10 if I'm making the sugar free kind), let cool for, um, as long as I can stand so that I don't burn my tongue (my mileage varies on this step), and tada.

Now, who's checking to see if they've got peanut butter?

See? That ALWAYS happens.
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