What happens is this: You mention, casually, that you stumbled on a recipe for homemade Oreos. Your sweet-toothed husband goes crazy.
The Hubbs: “YOU’VE KNOWN ABOUT A RECIPE FOR HOMEMADE OREOS AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME? HOW LONG HAVE YOU KNOWN THIS?”
The Wilder: (…)
The Hubbs: “WE HAVE TO MAKE THOSE.”
So I opted for the shortcut version from CJane, which required me to buy chocolate cake mix (the recipe calls for Devil’s Food, but I bought Chocolate Fudge) and a brick of cream cheese and some confectioner’s sugar. But otherwise, you probably have all the ingredients for this.
Notes: The Hubbs did not enjoy the dough-mixing process. It looks like what you might expect a bowl full of mushy, brown chocolate dough to look like, which is to say, fecal chocolatey. And he may not appreciate when his wife opts to do hand-mixing and ends up with her hands covered in poo chocolate. Crap. Did I just say that? Don’t let that deter you. The finished product looks and tastes just fine.
Someday, when I’m feeling more ambitious, I’ll make the all-from-scratch version from Smitten Kitchen (she never leads me astray).For now, I’ll just pour a nice big glass of milk and try to restrain myself to eating one at a time. And I won’t even feel bad about going all semi-homemade on these. Because seriously, shortcut chocolate fudge cookies? Cream cheese filling? Who’s going to complain about that?