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Microwave Mug Cookie

I am in the midst of writing my big Dante paper for the semester, but something HUGE just happened that I have been working on since I started grad school:  I have finally mastered the microwave mug cookie.

It's for those long afternoons of studying when I need a freshly baked little treat and don't want the trouble of making a whole batch.  I've made several mediocre single cookies in the past year, but this one was perfection.  This one is whole wheat and vegan, but you can use real butter, milk or egg instead of water, and all purpose flour as it suits your fancy.

In a mug, mix 1 tbsp of butter (I used Earth Balance), 1 tsp sugar, 1 tsp brown sugar, and a drop of vanilla extract.

Add 2 tbsp whole wheat flour, a pinch of salt, a pinch of baking soda, and a pinch of baking powder.

Mix together with the back of a spoon.  Add 1-2 tsp water.  

Add 1-2 tbsp chocolate chips.

Microwave for 45 seconds.  



  1. Aaaaaaand this is what I will be doing tonight :)

    1. Hooray! You won't be disappointed. I just made another one where I replaced the butter with goat cheese and it was rich and fantastic. I have been working on the microwave one-serving mug cookie since I started grad school and it finally came together today. It's a big day.

  2. I can't believe this worked. I just tried it, and it is so good! I didn't have chocolate chips so I chopped up a Baci candy filled with chocolate and hazelnuts. Hmmm. Delicious. The house even smells like somebody's been baking. Win/win. =) Thanks for this.

  3. Mmm, Baci! Yes this is so satisfying - it would be cute to make them at a dinner party in little ramekins because they cook so fast!


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