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Peanut Butter White Chocolate Oatmeal Cookies — One More for Mom’s Christmas Baking List

Christmas week. The baking has reached critical mass. Mom's Christmas baking list, which I am documenting for posterity and because someone needs to record this level of ambition: 1. Sugar cookies — rolled, cut into shapes, iced with royal icing. This takes an entire day and Mom's kitchen looks like a crime scene involving sprinkles. 2. Chocolate fudge — the recipe from Grandma Carol that uses marshmallow cream and is not up for debate or modification. 3. Peppermint bark — dark chocolate base, white chocolate top, crushed candy canes. Simple and perfect. 4. Gingerbread — cookies, not a house. Mom tried a gingerbread house once in 2004 and it collapsed during a move and she's never recovered. 5. Russian tea cakes — the butter-pecan-powdered sugar snowball cookies that fall apart when you look at them but taste like heaven. 6. Divinity — a Southern thing, made with corn syrup and egg whites and patience. Mom says divinity only works on dry days because humidity kills it. I believe this is witchcraft. All of this. In one week. While also cooking regular dinners. While also wrapping presents. While also existing as a human being. I helped with the sugar cookies — the rolling and cutting part, which is my favorite because it's the closest cooking gets to arts and crafts. Mom and I stood at the counter with flour on our hands and rolled and cut stars and trees and angels and I thought about all the years we've done this, in all the kitchens we've done it in, and how the shapes are always the same even when the counter is different. Megan comes home tomorrow. Without Grant this time — he's spending Christmas with his family in Connecticut, which Mom received as news with a carefully neutral expression that did not hide her relief. 'Oh, that's nice. Family is important,' she said, in a tone that communicated 'THANK GOD.' Dad is in peak holiday form. He's been listening to Christmas music in the garage (the garage is also his workshop, his meditation space, and his occasional retreat — it's multipurpose) while making something he won't show us. I suspect it's a gift for Mom. I suspect it's something handmade. Dad's love languages are acts of service and whatever language involves making things in a garage for three weeks. My grades came in: Comm 101, A. English Comp, A-minus. Mass Media, B-plus. Stats: B-minus. B-MINUS. I got a B-minus in Stats. I screamed so loud that Dad came running from the garage with a hammer in his hand and a look on his face like we were under attack. 'I passed Stats,' I said. 'Jesus, Rachel.' He went back to the garage. Mom hugged me. 'I knew you would,' she said, which is a lie — she was as worried as I was — but it's the kind of lie mothers tell that becomes truth by the telling. Christmas cookies are cooling on the rack. The fudge is in the fridge. The semester is done and I passed everything. Merry Christmas, Abernathy family. We made it. We always make it.

After spending an afternoon elbow-deep in sugar cookie dough with Mom — flour on my hands, cookie cutters everywhere, the whole beautiful chaos of it — I came home wanting to contribute something to the holiday spread that was entirely my own. Mom’s list is already a masterpiece, but these peanut butter white chocolate oatmeal cookies felt like the right move: chewy, a little indulgent, no royal icing required, and exactly the kind of cookie you eat standing at the counter after finding out you passed Stats. Consider them my contribution to the Abernathy Christmas. We made it, so we celebrate with cookies.

Peanut Butter White Chocolate Oatmeal Cookies

Prep Time: 15 minutes | Cook Time: 12 minutes | Total Time: 30 minutes | Servings: 24 cookies

Ingredients

  • 1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, softened
  • 1 cup creamy peanut butter
  • 1 cup granulated sugar
  • 1 cup packed light brown sugar
  • 2 large eggs
  • 2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract
  • 1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1/2 teaspoon fine salt
  • 3 cups old-fashioned rolled oats
  • 1 1/2 cups white chocolate chips

Instructions

  1. Preheat. Heat your oven to 350°F and line two baking sheets with parchment paper. Set aside.
  2. Cream the butter and sugars. In a large bowl, beat the softened butter, peanut butter, granulated sugar, and brown sugar together with a hand mixer or stand mixer on medium speed until light and fluffy, about 3 minutes. Don’t rush this step — it makes the cookies tender.
  3. Add eggs and vanilla. Add the eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition, then mix in the vanilla extract until fully combined.
  4. Mix the dry ingredients. In a separate bowl, whisk together the flour, baking soda, and salt. Gradually add the flour mixture to the butter mixture, mixing on low until just combined — do not overmix.
  5. Fold in oats and chips. Using a wooden spoon or rubber spatula, stir in the rolled oats and white chocolate chips until evenly distributed throughout the dough.
  6. Portion the dough. Drop rounded tablespoons of dough onto the prepared baking sheets, spacing the cookies about 2 inches apart. For thicker cookies, lightly press each ball down just slightly with your palm.
  7. Bake. Bake for 10–12 minutes, until the edges are just golden and the centers still look slightly underdone. They will firm up as they cool — pull them early for chewy cookies, leave them a minute longer for crispier edges.
  8. Cool. Let the cookies rest on the baking sheet for 5 minutes before transferring to a wire rack to cool completely. Try to wait. It’s worth it.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 285 | Protein: 5g | Fat: 14g | Carbs: 36g | Fiber: 2g | Sodium: 145mg

Rachel Abernathy
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Rachel Abernathy
Week 39 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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