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Last year I baked, and ate, and ate, and baked, and fell in love with a cookie.
A simple cookie with way too long of a name.
A cookie that makes me think of snow and pine trees and cozy quilts.
A cookie that isn't going to win any beauty pageants, but has what matters most- it's crazy delicious.
This year was going to be the year to bake White Chocolate Cranberry Cream Cheese Snickerdoodles.
Then my cookie scoop broke.
Don't go messing with my cookie scoop.
Plan B was stolen right from the mind of Jami Nato.
Cookie dough to go.
Brilliant, right? Because the homely looking, delicious tasting, too many words in the title, cookie could have been passed over in the vast sea of holiday treats that find their way into our parties, doorsteps, and offices.
Cookie dough to tuck in your fridge or freezer, to bake at your leisure, say when you are in need of eating some Christmas-is-already-over feelings, however would be a welcome delight.
Meet White Chocolate Cranberry Cream Cheese Snickerdoodles version 2.0:
A sleeker name.
A cute package.
Same glorious insides.
Because Christmas music is fun, I thought I'd share what we have been listening to these days...
Today I celebrate another journey around the sun on this beautiful, broken, planet.
Today I celebrate what was one of the hardest years of our life, yet one of my most favorite.
When we are weak, our God is strong.
He makes beautiful things out of us.
These are the moments that make it all worth it. These are the moments that I hold on to.
My savior. My husband. My family. My friends.
Undone thinking about the beauty that is this little life that we live each and every day.
Happy. So very happy.
I'm a girl.
I get emo.
No getting around that issue.
The last six months have been full of so much change, so much loss, so many decisions, honestly, just so very much of everything.
Sunday I woke up with a cold, and just broke.
After church I shut myself in our room and slept the entire day away, which is something I never ever, ever do. It was so needed. I recommend indulging in a little breakdown day here and there.
My emo feelings are usually accompanied by chocolate and peanut butter. Lots of feelings. Lots of eating of said feelings. Making things in the kitchen is how I deal. Oh how I wish that I was one of those starve through your feelings people. Sign me up for that coping mechanism.
Two things were on the top of my Eat My Feelings list. Two things that I wanted to make.
First thing? Buckeye Bark. Heather put a pic of her eating said feelings via Buckeye bark a few weeks ago. Yes please.
Second thing? Buckeye Truffles.
The thing is, my feelings needed to be eaten quickly. Truffles seemed too labor intensive.
A decision needed to be made. A new recipe needed to be created. One that would be like if Buckeye Bark and Buckeye Truffles had a baby, and that baby was an amazing therapist.
Meet that delicious baby.
I named it Emotional Breakdown Bark.