Carrot Oatmeal Cookies

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You simply must make these cookies. I mean, I guess you don't must. But they're uber-yum. Go here to 101 Cookbooks for the recipe. They're cousins of the "healthy" cookies I posted awhile back, but these little babies are even better. Just incredible, and simple, and, you know, kinda healthyish. I made them for Sam and me a few weeks ago and we polished them off in a frightfully short amount of time. Just tried them out on the parental units, and they approve.

Ingredients: grated carrots, oats, whole wheat flour, fresh ginger, baking powder, maple syrup, walnuts, and coconut oil. I added unsweetened coconut, and I was not sorry.

Comments

eden said…
i love that you're sharing all these recipes you find! i'll have to go through and collect them all so i know how to find them quickly.

they sound great!
May 12, 2009 at 11:58 PM
belann said…
And they were very, very good.
May 13, 2009 at 10:54 AM
Giuli said…
Is this my Deja? I still have your phone number in my cell, but haven't called it because of crazy reasons. You are married? Where are you living? I miss my twin!!! Let me know what is going on in your life and check out my blog. Love you.
May 15, 2009 at 6:27 PM
Amara said…
Dang. Why didn't you share these before I entered the black hole of good eating??!!
May 17, 2009 at 7:57 PM
Terry Earley said…
Well, we finally made this our own selves -after finding the link to the recipe.

Very nice.
May 26, 2009 at 4:11 PM
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