Not sure what recipe he used, but this looks pretty close. [ETA: Not completely, but still looks promising. His used butter and no egg. Easier to veganize that way too, if you’re so inclined.]
The first batch, still on the baking mat, turned out best eaten pinched up into little oaty balls, but very tasty buttery oaty balls they are! Having trouble leaving roughly half of the rest for him, tbqh.
(He wants to credit subbing in unfamiliar gluten free flour. Though, I’m guessing that working from an new recipe, in a newish oven you’re not used to yet, after like 20 years since your last batch might have more to do with unexpected behavior!)
The second smaller batch apparently baked just a little longer, and did go crispy all the way through. They came off their silicone sheet pretty easily, and we’re waiting there to go in a Ziploc for later.
Those look fairly easy to make, and should taste great even if they don’t set up quite right. That basic recipe also takes well to variations, as I can totally imagine. Definitely worth a try.
Oh my. I also had to get amusef at one further episode of Bilingual Brain Scramble in action earlier.
For whatever reason, he decided to copy that recipe onto a piece of paper instead of printing it out, though I’m pretty sure he did find it online. Working with a Swedish language recipe, of course. Which he then brought into the kitchen with him, and showed me, laughing. While he had been under the impression that he was indeed straight copying it down? His brain apparently decided to run its own autotranslate module in the background, without consulting him. Yep, he wrote the list of ingredients down in English instead–and it then took him glancing at it again minutes later to even realize.
I did have to get a little giggle out of that one too. Even if I’m not fluent enough yet in any additional language(s) for mine to pull similar crap on me.
Something about the matching rooflines and proportions of this house across the alley is just really pleasing and makes me happy, especially with the still-bare tree branches all around it.
It’s just such a perfect cookie jar of a house. It makes me want oatmeal cookies.
