I turned thirty-eight on Friday. Patrick made pancakes in the morning — I heard him up before me, heard the careful deliberate sounds of someone moving through a kitchen with intention, and I stayed in bed an extra twenty minutes to let him have it. The pancakes came out a little thick because his hand shook on the pour, but I ate four of them and told him they were the best I'd ever had, which was true in every way that matters.
Cole drove up with June and a bottle of whiskey I won't open until my next birthday — that's a rule I made for myself years ago and I keep it without ceremony. June has started saying something that might be "da" or might just be a sound she makes when she's happy. Cole called it her first word. I didn't dispute it. Some things deserve to be true whether or not they technically are.
The rescue mare Mariposa arrived in the trailer the day before my birthday, which felt like a birthday present I'd arranged for myself. She came from a situation in Judith Basin County — neglected, underweight, head-shy in the way that takes a year of patient work to undo. The rescue coordinator warned me she'd be difficult. I've heard that before. She stepped off the trailer, assessed me with one dark eye, and let me put a hand on her neck. We'll figure each other out.
Thirty-eight feels like a number that means something, though I couldn't say exactly what. Thirty-five felt like the end of something. Forty feels like a threshold I can see from here. Thirty-eight is in between — solidly in the middle of the decade, enough distance from the worst years to look back without flinching, close enough to them that I don't forget. Dr. Crain would say that's healthy integration. I'd say it's just Tuesday, but I know what she means.
Five and a half years by the river count. Five years and three months by the parking lot count. I don't make a big event of the birthday and the sobriety math happening in the same week, but I hold them together quietly. The person who turned thirty-two couldn't have imagined this. That's the thing I try to remember when the counting feels like math instead of meaning.
Patrick’s pancakes were exactly right for the morning, but a birthday that holds this much — a new horse, a milestone in the counting, Cole and June and a bottle of whiskey standing in for everything that goes unsaid — deserves something to close the day that matches the weight of it. These Butterscotch PB Monster Cookie Bars are the recipe I come back to when I want something that feels genuinely celebratory without being fussy about it: thick, a little over-the-top, the kind of thing you make in one pan and eat straight from the counter, no ceremony required.
Butterscotch PB Monster Cookie Bars
Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 25 min | Total Time: 40 min | Servings: 24 bars
Ingredients
- 1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, softened
- 1 cup creamy peanut butter
- 1 cup granulated sugar
- 1 cup packed brown sugar
- 3 large eggs
- 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
- 2 teaspoons baking soda
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 3 cups old-fashioned rolled oats
- 1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
- 1 cup butterscotch chips
- 1 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips
- 1/2 cup M&Ms or candy-coated chocolate pieces
Instructions
- Preheat and prep. Preheat your oven to 350°F. Grease a 9x13-inch baking pan or line it with parchment paper.
- Cream the base. In a large bowl, beat together the softened butter, peanut butter, granulated sugar, and brown sugar until light and fluffy, about 2–3 minutes.
- Add eggs and vanilla. Beat in the eggs one at a time, then mix in the vanilla extract until fully combined.
- Combine dry ingredients. Stir in the baking soda and salt, then add the rolled oats and flour, mixing until a thick, cohesive dough forms.
- Fold in the mix-ins. Fold in the butterscotch chips, chocolate chips, and M&Ms, distributing them evenly throughout the dough.
- Press and bake. Press the dough evenly into the prepared pan — it will be thick. Bake for 22–26 minutes, until the edges are set and golden and the center looks just slightly underdone. Do not overbake.
- Cool before cutting. Let the bars cool completely in the pan on a wire rack, at least 30 minutes, before cutting into squares. They firm up as they cool.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 310 | Protein: 5g | Fat: 15g | Carbs: 41g | Fiber: 2g | Sodium: 180mg