These classic, rich chocolate cookies have a hidden maraschino cherry in the center. The baked frosting is crazy delicious.
Update December 13, 2013: I really do make these cookies every single year, so I thought I would snap a few pictures that aren’t quite so awful. I included one of the old shots at the bottom, just for memory’s sake.
My brother Nathan would probably kill a man for these cookies. Okay not really, he would probably only maim or injure, but the point is that anytime I want him to do anything I just have to make these cookies and it’s done. I sound like a mafia boss. Don’t worry your children are safe.
I’m usually not into maraschino cherries, but my friend Sarah made these a couple years back and I fell in love. I never would have picked out the recipe myself, which is why it’s good to have friends who bake. What’s not to love about a dense chocolate cookie covered in chocolate glaze, plus a surprise in the middle?
I make these every year for Nathan’s birthday, which is coming up soon. I’ve always felt bad for Nate because his birthday usually falls during finals week, when he has no time to relax. (I don’t take shortcuts. If my birthday was during finals week I never would have graduated. But Nate is a much harder worker than I am.) So instead of being birthday cookies they usually end up being I need to jam 3 of these in my mouth right now because I have a test in 2 hours that I have not started studying for yet, a presentation tomorrow morning at 8am and a final project due the next day, details for which still need to be finalized with my group. Again, I’m realizing that this probably never happened to Nate.
One time I made a big batch of these and joined Nate who was studying in the library. We sat in the “sh zone” (as opposed to the “no sh zone”) and probably made just about everyone in the room want to sh us, but it’s BYU so they were too nice to say anything. In appreciation, we offered cookies to the poor souls trying to study at the same table with us, laughing our butts off about nothing in particular and making a huge ruckus. Everything is a lot more funny when you are supposed to be studying, but have really in your secret heart completely given up on the prospect.
I think Nate and I together (along with some new table friends) ate the entire batch, like over 50 cookies. All this in a library that does not allow food. I smuggled them in in my backpack. (BYU Police, I wasn’t the only one. Taco Bell wrappers don’t randomly appear in library trash cans.)
Happy birthday Nathan!
Source: Slightly adapted from the Better Homes and Gardens Cookbook
Work that thumb.