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Loaded M—M Oreo Cookie Holiday Bars — Because the Cookie Mom Doesn’t Rest

Beach Saturdays. Sunscreen by the gallon. Pre-deployment workups have been ramping up. Ryan was gone Wednesday through Friday for a field exercise.

Caleb, 8, wants to be a firefighter still. Has not deviated. Hazel, 5, opinions about everything. Has Donna's directness without the diplomacy.

Grilled fish tacos Saturday. The San Diego standard.

Mom called Sunday. We talked while she was putting up tomatoes from the garden. She is sixty-something and gardening like she is forty.

The freezer is the secret. The freezer was full this week.

I went for a walk Sunday morning before the kids got up. Half an hour. The fog was burning off. I needed it. Some weeks I get the walk in. Some weeks I don't. The week tells me which.

I unpacked another box from storage Tuesday afternoon. Three years on this base and I am still finding things I packed in Twentynine Palms. Military-wife archeology — every box is a layer of geological history. I found a ceramic dish from Lejeune still wrapped in newspaper from 2020.

The PCS rumors are starting again. The official orders will come in a few months. We could move. We could stay. The waiting is the worst part. Three years here and I have learned to not put down deep roots in any military town. Nineteen-year-old me would not have believed how good I have gotten at packing.

Wednesday morning meal prep — Sunday afternoon, hours of containers. The freezer is full. The future-me thanks present-me. Donna taught me this routine. Donna's freezer was always full. Donna saved her sanity with quart bags labeled in Sharpie.

Ryan came home tired Wednesday. He showered, ate, sat on the couch, was asleep by eight. Standard for a Marine who has been up since four-thirty for PT and stayed late for a brief. The schedule is the schedule. The body adapts because it has to.

Base housing is base housing. Beige walls, beige carpet, beige expectations. The dryer venting is in a stupid place. The kitchen has no dishwasher. We make it work.

Caleb's school had a fundraiser this week. I baked cookies because I always bake cookies. The cookies were the standard chocolate chip. They sold out in twenty minutes. I am the cookie mom of this PTO and I have stopped fighting it.

Caleb watched the firefighters at a school visit Wednesday and came home buzzing. He is going to be one. I have known this since he was four. Some kids tell you who they are early.

I sat at the kitchen table Tuesday night writing in the journal. Volume 11 now. The handwriting has not gotten neater. The journals are a record of the life I am living, in the moment, in tiny script that I will look back on someday and not be able to read. That is okay. The writing was the thing.

The military spouses' Facebook group had a small drama this week. Two women fighting over the playgroup schedule. I muted notifications and cooked dinner. Some weeks the group is the lifeline. Some weeks it is the source of unnecessary stress. The skill is knowing which week you're in.

Reading another military memoir at night. They make Ryan tense. They steady me. We negotiate. He doesn't ask what I'm reading. I don't tell him. The arrangement works.

Hazel and I had a hard moment Tuesday at homework time. She is in a season of testing limits. We worked through it. We always do. She is mine.

I made a casserole for a neighbor whose husband is deployed. I dropped it off. She cried. I told her, eat the casserole, baby. The food is the saying. The casserole was a mostly-frozen tater-tot situation that took fifteen minutes of effort and six months of practice to perfect.

The chocolate chip cookies for Caleb’s fundraiser sold out in twenty minutes — twenty — and I stood there thinking I could have brought something even better. The cookie mom title comes with responsibility, and responsibility deserves an upgrade. These Loaded M&M Oreo Cookie Holiday Bars are what I’m bringing next time: one pan, no individual scooping, and enough color that they’ll disappear off the table before I even set my bag down. They batch beautifully, they survive the freezer, and they are exactly the kind of thing present-me makes so future-me looks like she has it together.

Loaded M&M Oreo Cookie Holiday Bars

Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 25 min | Total Time: 40 min | Servings: 24 bars

Ingredients

  • 1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, softened
  • 3/4 cup granulated sugar
  • 3/4 cup packed brown sugar
  • 2 large eggs
  • 2 teaspoons vanilla extract
  • 2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1 1/2 cups M&Ms (holiday colors if you’re feeling festive)
  • 15 Oreo cookies, roughly chopped
  • 1/2 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips

Instructions

  1. Preheat. Heat oven to 350°F. Line a 9x13-inch baking pan with parchment paper and lightly grease the sides.
  2. Cream butter and sugars. In a large bowl, beat softened butter, granulated sugar, and brown sugar together with a hand or stand mixer on medium speed until light and fluffy, about 2–3 minutes.
  3. Add eggs and vanilla. Beat in eggs one at a time, then mix in vanilla extract until fully incorporated.
  4. Mix dry ingredients. In a separate bowl, whisk together flour, baking soda, and salt. Add dry ingredients to the butter mixture and stir until just combined — do not overmix.
  5. Fold in mix-ins. Gently fold in 1 cup of the M&Ms, the chopped Oreos, and the chocolate chips, reserving the remaining 1/2 cup M&Ms for the top.
  6. Press and top. Press the dough evenly into the prepared pan. Scatter the reserved M&Ms over the top and press them lightly into the surface.
  7. Bake. Bake for 22–26 minutes, until the edges are golden and the center is just set. It will look slightly underdone — that’s correct. It firms up as it cools.
  8. Cool completely before cutting. Let the bars cool in the pan for at least 30 minutes before lifting out and slicing into 24 bars. For cleanest cuts, refrigerate for 15 minutes first.
  9. Freeze extras. Layer bars between parchment in a zip-top freezer bag, label with a Sharpie, and freeze for up to 3 months. Thaw at room temperature for 20 minutes. Donna would approve.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 265 | Protein: 3g | Fat: 13g | Carbs: 36g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 175mg

Rachel Abernathy
About the cook who shared this
Rachel Abernathy
Week 592 of Rachel’s 30-year story · San Diego, California
Rachel is a twenty-eight-year-old Marine wife and mom of two who has moved five times in six years and learned to cook a Thanksgiving dinner with half her cookware still in boxes. She married young, survived postpartum depression, and feeds her family of four on a junior Marine's salary with a freezer full of pre-made meals and a crockpot that has never let her down. She writes for the military spouses who are cooking dinner alone in base housing and wondering if they're enough. You are.

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