Mini Peanut Butter Blossoms
- 3/4 cup peanut butter
- 1/2 cup butter softened
- 1/2 cup brown sugar
- 1/2 cup sugar
- 1 egg
- 1 tsp. vanilla
- 1 tsp. baking soda
- 1/4 tsp. salt
- 1-1/4 cup flour
- 48 Hershey kisses
Preheat oven to 350.
Cream peanut butter, butter, and sugars with paddle attachment on speed 2 of stand mixer for 2 minutes.
Add egg, and beat until combined.
Mix in vanilla.
Add baking soda, salt, and flour, and stir until combined.
Scoop heaping teaspoons of batter and place in cups; press gently to flatten. (Mini muffin cup should be about 1/2 full.)
Bake for 10-12 minutes.
Remove from oven and place pan on cooling rack for 5 minutes.
During this time unwrap Kisses.
After 5 minutes, firmly press 1 kiss into the center of each cookie.
Allow to cool for another 5 minutes
Using a butter knife, gently remove cookies from baking pan and transfer to cooling rack.
Don’t worry if the centers sink in the first 5 minutes of cooling- they create perfect placement for the chocolate!
Much like Tuesday’s recipe, this was created as a sweet treat that would ship nicely. I am fully in the throes of empty nester-hood, as my younger is in college and my older graduated from college a year ago. As such, he’s working in his field about 2,000 miles from home. Even though he’s an adult, I like to mail homemade care packages once in a while.
I’ve been thinking about these empty nester things a bit more lately. My son is an independent adult. He rents a home with two friends, has a full-time job, bills, and all the excitement that comes with adulthood. He even is a solid cook, who enjoys trying new recipes. He’s not much into baking, which is why I still send treats.
Of course, I know at some point, he will either take up baking or he will have someone in his life who wants to bake for him. At that point, I won’t mail care packages of treats, as there will be someone else in that role. And I won’t be sad about it.
I hear from so many people how they lament these changes, but it’s not how I view it. Sure, I have loved baking for him (and my other children), but it’s the normal progression. It’s not that I’m being replaced; it’s just the movement of time.
Does that mean that I don’t miss him? Of course not. It just means that I accept these changes. My general thought on parenting has always been that I need to raise my children so that they can be independent adults. Along with that comes many things, including significant others making the cookies instead of me.
So, as I made this batch of cookies and got them ready to ship halfway across the country, I thought about my son and all he’s accomplished thus far. See, this particular batch was sent as a congratulations. Separated by many miles, with or without cookies, I know that I’ve done my job (with all of the imperfections), and now he’s doing his.