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Jello Cookies

On a whim, I tried a recipe for "Jello Cookies", found in The Sensible Cook's 52 Weeks of Healthy Cooking.  Well, not really on a whim...I had a wayward box of blueberry jello hidden in the back of my pantry that really needed to be used.

...and was I super-surprised!  Easy and tasty.  I've made them several times since, experimenting with different flavors of Jell-O (think about how many batches are possible!).  My eleven-year-old daughter can actually make these by herself, without any assistance from me.  Now, that's a testament!

2/3 cup butter
1/3 cup sugar
1/2 tsp baking powder
1 pkg (3 oz) of sugar-free Jell-O mix
1 egg white
1/2 tsp vanilla
1 3/4 cups flour

Preheat oven to 400 degrees.  Beat butter and sugar until well-blended.  Stir in baking powder, jello, egg white, and vanilla.  Gradually add in flour until blended.  Dough will be soft.

Shape dough into a two-inch balls (I use a small cookie scoop), and place on ungreased cookie sheet.  Flatten slightly with the bottom of a glass.

Bake for 10-12 minutes until edges are just starting to brown.  Remove to a cooling rack.

These little guys right here are Cherry-Lemonade flavored!

Comments

  1. Who knew you could use jello in a cookie! I like it, I am going to have to go see if I have any boxes lingering in the back of my pantry!

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    1. That was exactly how it went for me! Random, lingering boxes!

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