Chocolate Sugar Cookie Bars with Peanut Butter Frosting


Hi, I’m Kelley, and I’m a sugaraholic.

Remember that sugar bender I went on last week? The day I consumed mostly sugar and chocolate? I guess I forgot to mention that it involved peanut butter too. I’d like to take this minute and introduce you to the reason I had such a nasty glucose hangover last Wednesday. I blame it on the buttercream. I could have eaten the entire bowl of this peanut butter frosting had the inner voice that lives deep inside me not cried out in a desperate plea to stop. I guess even a conscious can have too much sugar. Please don’t let that fact that I have no self control and od’d on sugar cookie bars stop you from making these beauties. Trust me, folks, these are worth an extra half an hour on the treadmill.


Don’t be fooled by appearances. Aside from the fact these bars have chocolate in them, they are nothing like a brownie. The bars have the texture of your favorite sugar cookie, crunchy edges with a soft center. The dough is spiked with the perfect amount of cocoa powder and a pinch of espresso powder making them To. Die. For.
While I’m pretty sure these would be delicious rolled out and baked like a traditional sugar cookie, I wouldn’t know. Ever since my friend, Annalise, introduced me the idea of a sugar cookie bar, I’ve never looked back. I’m all about taking the easy road.


As good as these cookies are, (and they’re good) they are nothing without the buttercream. Peanut butter frosting very well might be new favorite condiment. I like to think of these bars as a mere vehicle to get the peanut butter frosting from the table to my mouth. I don’t know what it is about me and buttercream lately but I’m totally in love with it. And yes, I’d like to bathe in this version as well.


So run, don’t walk to the store and get the ingredients to make these. You’ll need to run to work off all these calories. If you’re one to heed some advice then read the next sentence carefully. Restrain yourself and go slow. Eat one and give the rest to your favorite neighbor or co-worker. But if you’re like me and not big on listening, go big, eat half the pan. Just be prepared to pay the price.