Fudgey Chocolate Covered Cherry Cookies

I could probably teach a course entitled “How to Ensure Your Child Ends Up in Therapy 101.”

The first class would be titled:  Kevin*

It was about this time last year that we first called Gavin, “Kevin.”

I’m not even exactly sure how it happened, but I think it started with me hollaring to him through our house.  Yelling at him to get his socks on or come downstairs for dinner or stop torturing his sister or turn off the tv, or some nonesense like that.  It probably went something like this:  “Gavin!!!  Getyoursockson!  Comedownstairsfordinner!  Stoptorturingyoursister!  AND Turnoffthetv!!!”

He said to me, “Did you just call me Kevin!?!?!?!?”

Say what now?  Child of mine.  I carried you for forty weeks.  I labored for 13 hours.  I pushed for an hour and a half.  I had to beg your father to consider the name, Gavin.

Seriously?  I’m pretty sure I know what your name is.

See.  This is where a normal parent would just say, “Of course I didn’t call you Kevin, you silly little angel.”

But . . . I’m the founder of the acclaimed series “How to Ensure Your Child Ends Up in Therapy 101.”

So I took it upon myself to start calling Gavin, “Kevin.”  Whenever he was having trouble listening or I just generally wanted to poke fun at him.

And I got Nathan to do it too.

The fact that Gavin would laugh when we did it, call us Schmevin, and say things like “Maaaah-OM,” (Did you get that?  The whiney voice kids use to call you?) didn’t really stop us from doing it either.

Well, a couple months after this started, we were watching Gavin at his first day of soccer practice.

All the kids were sitting around in a circle, and they were doing roll call.  They called Gavin’s name.  He raised his hand.  They called a few more names on the list . . . and then they said, “Kevin.”


You know where this is going.

Gavin raised his hand.


So he’s either cool with it, or I gave him a serious identity complex.  Because  . . .

This afternoon he called himself “Captain Jojo.”

Clearly I need to make him more treats to make up for things.  Like these super awesome Fudgey Chocolate Covered Cherry Cookies.  They are deliciously crisp on the outside, and super fudgey and soft on the inside.  And they really do taste like a chocolate covered cherry.  I’m going to go make more for Kevin Gavin right now.

Fudgey Chocolate Covered Cherry Cookies

  • 2 cups all-purpose flour
  • 1/2 cup cocoa powder
  • 2 tsps baking powder
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 4 large eggs
  • 2 tsps vanilla extract
  • 1 tsp almond extract
  • 1 1/4 stick unsalted butter, softened
  • 1 1/2 cups packed brown sugar
  • 1/2 cup granulated sugar
  • 16 oz semi-sweet chocolate morsels
  • 1 package Cherry M&M’s
  1. Melt the semi-sweet chocolate in a microwave safe bowl, and let them cool while you put together the rest of the recipe.
  2. In a large bowl, combine the flour, cocoa powder, baking powder, and salt.
  3. In a smaller bowl, whisk together the eggs, vanilla, and almond.
  4. Beat the sugars and butter together until fluffy, about four minutes, scrapping down the sides as needed.
  5. Add the egg mixture and beat until just incorporated.  Scrape down the bowl.
  6. Add the melted chocolate and beat until incorporated.  Scrape down the bowl.
  7. Set the mixer speed to the lowest setting, and slowly add the flour mixture.  Scrape down the sides as necessary.
  8. Mix in the M&M’s, making sure they are well distributed throughout the dough.  It’s okay if they get a little broken up.
  9. Preheat the oven to 350 degrees and let the dough rest for about a half hour.
  10. Roll the dough into balls that are about an inch and a half in diameter, and bake on parchment paper or a silicon mat in batches.
  11. Bake for 12 minutes, turning the pan halfway through.  Let the cookies rest on the pan for about a minute or two before moving them to a cool rack to cool completely.
Adapted from America’s Test Kitchen

Looking for more chocolate covered cherry awesomeness?  Try these!

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*The author holds no actual disdain for people named Kevin.  Our deepest apologies to any Kevins offended by this post.



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