I started to get anxious. My heart was racing. I was short of breath. My palms were sweaty. OK, not really, but it was a pretty serious moment.
And that's when it happened. I spotted a package of pre-made cookie dough in the back of the freezer that someone had brought over when Drew was born. (Cue choir of angels singing "Hallelujah".)
But I knew I needed to do more than just through those bad boys on a cookie sheet and toss them in the oven. This sweet tooth meant business. So I grabbed my handy-dandy kitchen scissors (quite possibly my favorite kitchen tool - I have three of them) and got to work. I cut each cookie into fourths.
Then I put them on a cookie sheet and baked them.
After they'd cooled a little, I got out the peanut butter and put a schmear on the bottom of a cookie...
and then topped it with another cookie. Voila! A peanut butter chocolate chip cookie sandwich.