No TJ’s is by far what I dislike most about living in the ice-cold, frozen, windswept tundra we affectionately call home. The closest Trader Joe’s locations are in Minneapolis, a short five-hour drive away. On my last trip in January I was either deep in winter hibernation mode (junk food) or seriously PMSing (junk food) and I bought every snack item they sell including Cowboy Bark and (I’m embarrassed to admit this) three jars of Speculoos Cookie Butter…..who knows when I’ll get back, right? Don’t judge. When I strolled up to the check out line the dear heart behind the counter took one look at my overflowing cart and said ‘How far are you driving?!’ When I told her North Dakota she reached behind her and pulled out three boxes of Dark Chocolate Triple Ginger Cookies and plopped them in my bags….for the road…ya know….snackin’.
So now these jars of cookie butter have been eating at me (or I’ve been eating at them? I don’t know.) to get used before bikini season in like….say…..four months. So instead of slathering it on every piece of toast, pretzel stick, and banana I see I took a jar and made the cookie butter back into cookies, a sort of reincarnation if you will.