Cookie dough billionaire bars are layers and layers of gooey goodness. You've got to make them immediately!
I wish I could be a billionaire like the Olsen twins.
Did I tell you that I used to be obsessed with them? Like obsessed. I wished I could be one so badly it hurt my non-Olsen soul.
I had all of their books, movies, and dolls, watched their TV shows religiously and subscribed to their magazine the second it was launched. I was – and still am – a member of their fan club and I have the card of authenticity to prove it. Still. In my wallet, just in case there’s ever an issue and I need to verify my identity, of course.
And I dreamed of being just like them – a meddling pre-teen detective in a trench coat exploring random mysteries of life while randomly breaking out in the occasional catchy song. And I would have to have a color-coordinated scrunchie, because they always had color-coordinated scrunchies and socks. Hello, it was the 90s. There were worse trends than color-coordination.
Plus, if I were an Olsen twin (well, triplet), I would be a billionaire now, sitting pretty on a fat stack of money from all those gigs I did as a kiddo. That would be awesome. I wonder if Mary-Kate and Ashley ever think about their old movies – do you think they watch them? Would that be weird seeing yourself randomly breaking out into song and dance while wearing color-coordinating clothes? I guess I never really pondered this one. And like, would they reread their books and get caught up in the riveting childlike wonder of being a teenage detective? I mean, they’ve built like, an empire on the whole trench-coat thing. I’m surprised Burberry hasn’t offered them their own Olsen Twin Collection for trenches. (Or am I the only one obsessed? Don’t answer that).
Anyway. Billionaires clearly have to eat like it and I’d imagine they’d eat these billionaire bars. These bad boys have been circling the interwebs for awhile now and for good reason: they’re loaded! It starts with a sugar cookie base, which is fine and all, but don’t you want more? So then I added caramel, because GOOEY, and topped it off with egg-free chocolate chip cookie dough. And the diamond on top? Chocolate ganache, because DUH.
And since I’m no Olsen twin, this is the closest I can get to being a billionaire, so excuse me while I eat the whole batch.