Remember when you were a kid and on long summer nights you’d run around and capture fireflies, mesmerized by their awesome power of illumination? Yeah, well I do not. I grew up in New York, where (luckily) fireflies are few and far between.
Last night as my friend and I were walking to dinner, we noticed the women in front of us stop and point at something in the air. Lo and behold, it was a firefly. Now, unlike me, these women were smiling and full of excitement. And unlike them, I was trying to get by and move to safety as quickly as possible. Of course, this firefly (quite possibly the dumbest bug on Earth) decides to land on ME, of all people. I don’t know what bug-friendly, “please-land-on-me” vibe I give off, but I was horrified. “GET IT OFF ME!! GET IT OFF ME NOW!!!!!” I started screaming. I probably looked like a total lunatic, flapping my hands and screaming like a crazy person, but in my acute state of fear, all I could think about was the abominable creature clinging to my leg. Boyfriend (who grew up in Tennessee, where apparently bugs are friends, not enemies) gently offered his hand to this ignorant insect, which it gladly accepted. Boyfriend was blissfully content bonding with his new, portable BFF and Mr. Firefly seemed happy to hitch a ride, enjoying respite from what must have been a stress-inducing blitz of excitement. Relieved of the odious object and no longer consumed by fear, I regained my sensibilities, just in time to overhear the woman in front of me talking about the debacle she just witnessed. “Can you believe it? It’s just a firefly!” JUST A FIREFLY, LADY? JUST A FIREFLY?! If that thing landed in her ear and laid itty, bitty firefly eggs, I’m sure she wouldn’t say “Oh, it’s just a firefly!”
And 2 minutes later, when Boyfriend decided to set the firefly free and it flew directly into his face (again, I told you this was the dumbest bug on Earth), he too flipped out, frantically swatting at his face. Naturally, I felt compelled to call him out on it. I shall not be persecuted alone.
After such a harrowing event, I needed to calm my nerves with a delightful treat. Have we talked about my cookie butter addiction? It’s baaad. I was in denial until Boyfriend pointed out that it was not normal to eat a heaping tablespoon straight out of the jar every day. At first, I was all, “Whatever. This is just OKAY.” But then after a few more tries, I realized it’s only the best thing I’ve ever eaten. Whoever decided to mush some cookies into a creamy spread is a genius whose brilliance merits nothing less than a Nobel Prize. Anyway, I decided perhaps it might be wise to find some use for it other than direct, by-the-spoonful consumption. Naturally, as a frosting hater (I know, I know, reserve your judgments), I decided cookie butter could do nothing but a world of good for frosting. And since cookie butter is so delightfully cinnamon-y, I decided to pair it with a snickerdoodle whoopie pie.
I don’t like to brag, but this was ridiculously good. Like offensively good. When I offered one up to my mother (an even bigger hater of all frostings), she took one bite and went straight for the frosting bowl, eating a full spoon of it. Clearly the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Scaredy Cat Snickerdoodle Whoopie Pies
Makes about 15 - 20 whoopie pies
Recipe adapted from
- ½ cup butter, room temperature
- ¾ cup brown sugar
- ½ teaspoon vanilla
- 1 egg
- 2 ½ cup flour
- 2 ½ teaspoons baking powder
- 3 tablespoons cinnamon
- A pinch of salt
- 1 cup milk
Cookie Butter Frosting Ingredients
- ¼ cup flour
- 1 cup milk
- 1 cup butter, at room temperature
- ¼ cup confectioners’ sugar
- 2-3 tablespoons cookie butter (depending on your preference)
- 1 teaspoon vanilla
- A pinch of salt
- For the snickerdoodle cookies:Preheat oven to 350°F. Line two baking sheets with parchment paper or spray with PAM. In a large bowl, cream the butter and sugar together until fluffy. Add vanilla, followed by an egg.
- In a smaller bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder, cinnamon, and salt.
- Add about 1/3 of the dry ingredients to the batter, then half of the milk, then another 1/3 of the dry, the rest of the milk and finally the remaining dry. Beat a little more to ensure it is well mixed.
- Spoon the batter for the whoopie pies on the greased cookie sheet, keeping them about 2 inches apart. When you have the sheet filled, mix 2 teaspoons cinnamon and 2 tablespoons white sugar in a small bowl, for the topping. Sprinkle the cinnamon-sugar mixture over the tops of the cookies.
- Bake 7 minutes or until they bounce back when pressed but before the edges start to brown. Allow to cool 2 minutes on the pan before transferring to a cooling rack to
- cool completely.
- For the Cookie Butter Heritage Frosting: In a medium heavy-bottomed saucepan, whisk the flour and milk together and cook over medium heat, whisking constantly (it will clump at the bottom) until the mixture has thickened and slightly bubbly at edges (you probably don’t want it to reach boiling). Set aside to cool.
- Cream the butter and confectioners’ sugar until fluffy. Add vanilla, then add in cooled milk mixture and cookie butter. Beat until until the frosting is light and fluffy (like whipped cream). If the frosting is too soft, transfer the bowl to the refrigerator to chill slightly: then beat again until it is the proper consistency.
- Assembling the whoopie pies: Match the cookies in pairs by size. Transfer the filling to a piping bag and pipe a small amount onto the flat side of one cookie of each pair (if you’re lazy, you can also just smear a dollop on the flat side of one cookie using a knife or spoon). Sandwich the cookies together, and press the filling to the edges. If you don’t gobble these down immediately, they can be kept in an airtight container in the refrigerator.