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Best cookies ever.

Chunky Chocolate Gobs**

3/4 c. unsalted butter, softened
1/3 c. butter-flavored shortening***
1 c. granulated sugar
2/3 c. firmly packed dark brown sugar
2 large eggs
2 tsp vanilla extract
2 c. all-purpose flour
2/3 c. unsweetened cocoa
1 tsp baking soda
1/4 tsp salt
2 c. Oreo cookies, coarsely chopped (16 cookies)
3 1.75 oz Mounds bars, chilled and chopped
1 c. semisweet chocolate morsels

Beat butter and shortening at medium speed with an electric mixer until creamy; gradually add sugars, beating until light and fluffy. Add eggs and vanilla, beating until blended.

Combine flour and next 3 ingredients; gradually add to butter mixture, beating until blended. Stir in cookies, candy bars, and chocolate morsels. Chill dough for 30 minutes.

Drop dough by 1/4 cupfuls 2" apart onto baking sheets lined with parchment paper. Bake at 350 for 10-12 minutes or until barely set. Cool on baking sheets 10 minutes. Transfer to wire racks to cool completely. Yield: about 2.5 dozen.****

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**With the worst name.

***I used regular shortening and I swoon to think that these would be even better with butter-flavored. I did have butter-flavored, but apparently it had been in my pantry for a loooong time, because it was rancid. Do you know how bad rancid butter-flavored shortening smells? Very bad. Also it's sticky, as in leave-a-gross-residue-on-your-finger-sticky, so don't touch it.

****Enjoy! Save some for Santa, he'll like them too.

Comments

aimee said…
Sounds yum-o delicious! And I had no idea shortening went rancid. Good to know.

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