I almost lost my toes Saturday night.
Although this was the predicted weather forecast:
I was dressed as Rosie Grace McClelland for Halloween, and you KNOW girlfriend does NOT wear snow boots. So I went out in ballet flats. Which was fine, until me and my roomie Domenica were completely unable to get a cab home (because Boston has THE WORST cab system in all of the world) and gallivanted around in the slush for 30 minutes, essentially… barefoot. I called Mike in complete hysterics, and our conversation went a little something like this:
Me: (sobbing uncontrollably) I c-c-c-c-CAAAAAAAAAN’t get H-h-h-H-H-OOOOOOOOOOOOME.
Mike: Where are you? Calm down.
Me: I C-C-C-C-AN’T feel my feet and I CAAAAAAAAAAAAN’T GET HOME. I’m strAAAAAAAANded.
Mike: Where are you? Can I come pick you up?
Me: MY FEEEEEEEEEEEEEET. I CAN’T FEEL MY TOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEESSSSS. What will my PARENTS SAY when I have to explain why I LOST MY TOOOOOOOOOOOOOES?
Mike: Let me come pick you up. Calm down.
Me: I HAAAAAAAAAAAAATE BOSTON. Can I sue someone over my BLACKENED TOES? My TOES. I can’t FEEL THEM.
Mike: You’re not going to lose your toes. And you can’t sue Boston for being cold.
Me: (uncontrollable sobbing)
Mike: You know, the T is still running. You could take it home.
At which point Domenica and I ran to the T. I lost my flats 15 times and repeated over and over in between sobs “What will my parents say when I call to tell them that I no longer have TOES?!?!!?!?” It was the WORST. NIGHT. EVER.
The good news is I did not, in fact, lose my toes. And my oh-so-caring boyfriend greeted me and Domenica at the door with two steaming mugs of hot cocoa. We soaked our footsies in lukewarm water (Isn’t there a rule about frozen extremities and hot water? Something to do with bursting capillaries? I made that up.) then went to bed, and all I night I dreamt of chocolate and peanut butter and cookies and warmth.
The moral of the story is: Chocolate and peanut butter and cookie dough will always taste good, even if you don’t have toes.
So make this cookie pie, toeless or not.
I got the cookie pie idea over at Fresh and Foodie, but it was totally my frostbitten mind that thought of adding Reese’s mini MINIS:
Maybe I should get frostbite all the time.
Peanut Butter Cup Cookie Pie (adapted from Haute Box)
- 1/2 cup unsalted butter, softened
- 1 cup whole wheat flour
- 1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
- 1/4 teaspoon salt
- 1 cup packed light brown sugar
- 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
- 1 egg
- 1 cup Reese’s Peanut Butter minis (the tiniest ones – or you could cut up regular-sized)
- Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Coat a 10-inch springform pan with cooking spray.
- In a small bowl, mix flour, baking powder, and salt. Set aside.
- In the bowl of mixer, blend sugar and butter on medium-high until fluffy. Add vanilla and egg, and mix until completely combined.
- Mix in the dry ingredients until just combined. Do not overbeat! Fold in the peanut butter cups.
- Press the dough into prepared pan. Bake for 25-30 minutes, or until slightly golden at the edges. Allow to cool completely before removing from pan.