I wonder if those eight-maids-a-milking wore good boots.
‘Cause with all those cows around there are bound to be
Cow Pies.
Today’s “Pie” is a little bit off the chain. Over the edge. Outside the box, if you will…
I just didn’t have room for any more pie dishes in my fridge, and I found a yummy recipe for these Cow Pies. They’ve got cocoa, LOTS of sugar, butter, vanilla, peanut butter, and some quick oats. I had to go to the grocery especially to get those oats. I’m gonna have to buy a couple of cows to eat the rest of the oats, ’cause I don’t know what the heck I’m gonna do with that big ole container of ’em.
To make the cow pies, I melted all of that yummy stuff together on the stove-top, and the quick oats went in last. Then I just plopped(sorry, couldn’t resist) teaspoonfuls of the batter onto waxed paper to cool.
That was like, 3 hours ago, and they are harder than they were at first, but they’ve still got a ways to go.
I’ve tasted a couple of them and they are DELICIOUS! And I certainly think the look of them lives up to the name. Never mind that I had to scrape them off with a spoon…
I know I’ve had cookies/pies like this before, except I think they were called “No Bake Cookies,” and I have one friend who called them “Preacher Cookies.” Can’t remember why they had that name–did people make them for the preacher, and if so, what did that say about their feelings for the preacher?
Today’s a short entry, because how much can you say about Cow Pies? OK, I’m sure there’s plenty, but I’m gonna leave you with this awesome LEGO rendition of the famous 8 maids a milking. Love it.
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My Grandma Harrell made those every time (I’m not kidding) we went to visit. They are so good. And yummy crumbled over ice cream, too. She called them “boiled cookies” and pronounced “boiled” the way you might imagine someone saying “boiled peanuts.” Yum. Yum. Yum.