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Double Chocolate Peppermint Sandwich Cookies —rsquo; The Cookies She Never Said Were Better

The week between Christmas and New Year's. The last one of this kind — the last liminal week where Marlene is here, where the house holds all its people even if some of them are leaving. The kids went back to Des Moines with Kevin on Sunday. The house emptied the way water empties from a tub — gradually, then all at once, and then the silence, the specific silence of a house that was full and is now three people and the ghost of the fullness that was just here.

I made ham and bean soup from the Christmas ham bone. The tradition. The recycling of the holiday into the everyday, the bone that gives one more thing before it's done. The soup simmered all day, the beans softening, the broth thickening, and the house smelled like the aftermath of Christmas, which smells like ham and bay leaf and the particular warmth of a pot that has been simmering since morning.

Mom was awake more than usual this week — the Christmas energy, the family energy, the brief surge that holidays give to people who are running low. She sat at the table and she told me stories. Stories I'd heard, stories I hadn't: the time Roger proposed (at the county fair, by the livestock barn, because Roger's romantic instincts are agricultural). The time she burned the Thanksgiving turkey in 1986 ("It wasn't burned, it was aggressively browned"). The time I won the blue ribbon in 1995 ("Your cookies were better than mine by then, I just never told you").

My cookies were better than hers. She never told me. She corrected my pie crust and directed my gravy and said "more frosting" for forty years, and she never once said my cookies were better than hers. She told me now, in December, in the between-week, in the quiet house, because the things you don't say during a lifetime you say at the end, and the end is near enough that the unsaid things are pressing against the said things and finding their way out.

I sat at the table and I held her hand and I said, "Tell me more." She told me more. She told me everything. The kitchen was warm and the soup was simmering and my mother was talking and I was listening and the listening was the last recipe she would teach me: how to be still. How to receive. How to let someone give you their stories because the stories are the inheritance and the inheritance is not in the will, it's in the words, and the words are here, now, in the kitchen, and I am writing them down in my heart because the heart is the only notebook that matters.

She spent forty years correcting my pie crust and redirecting my gravy, and the one thing she never said out loud was the thing I needed most to hear — that my cookies had surpassed hers. So this December, with the soup simmering and her hand in mine, I decided these Double Chocolate Peppermint Sandwich Cookies were the ones to make again: the cookies she was thinking of, rich and a little bold and dressed up for the season, the kind of thing you bring to a table and people go quiet. They deserve to be made with intention now. They deserve to be said out loud.

Double Chocolate Peppermint Sandwich Cookies

Prep Time: 25 min | Cook Time: 12 min | Total Time: 1 hr (includes cooling) | Servings: 18 sandwich cookies

Ingredients

  • 1 cup all-purpose flour
  • 1/2 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
  • 1/2 tsp baking soda
  • 1/4 tsp fine sea salt
  • 1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, room temperature
  • 3/4 cup granulated sugar
  • 1 large egg
  • 1 tsp pure vanilla extract
  • 1/2 cup mini semisweet chocolate chips
  • For the peppermint filling:
  • 4 tbsp unsalted butter, room temperature
  • 1 1/2 cups powdered sugar, sifted
  • 2–3 tbsp heavy cream
  • 1/2 tsp pure peppermint extract
  • 1–2 drops red gel food coloring (optional)
  • Crushed candy canes or peppermint candies, for garnish (optional)

Instructions

  1. Make the dough. Whisk together the flour, cocoa powder, baking soda, and salt in a medium bowl and set aside. In a large bowl, beat the butter and granulated sugar with a hand or stand mixer on medium speed until light and fluffy, about 2–3 minutes. Add the egg and vanilla and mix until just combined. Reduce speed to low and gradually add the flour mixture, mixing until a soft dough forms. Fold in the mini chocolate chips.
  2. Chill. Divide the dough in half, flatten each half into a disk, wrap in plastic wrap, and refrigerate for at least 30 minutes. (Dough can be made up to 2 days ahead.)
  3. Preheat and prep. Heat your oven to 350°F. Line two baking sheets with parchment paper.
  4. Roll and cut. On a lightly floured surface, roll one disk of dough to about 1/8-inch thickness. Cut with a 2-inch round cookie cutter (or any shape you like) and place 1 inch apart on prepared baking sheets. Repeat with remaining dough, gathering and re-rolling scraps once.
  5. Bake. Bake for 10–12 minutes, until the edges are set and the tops look just dry. Do not overbake — they will firm up as they cool. Transfer to a wire rack and cool completely before filling.
  6. Make the peppermint filling. Beat the butter until smooth. Add the powdered sugar 1/2 cup at a time, alternating with the cream, until you reach a spreadable consistency. Mix in the peppermint extract. Add a drop or two of red food coloring if you want a soft pink filling. Taste and adjust peppermint as needed — it should be bright but not sharp.
  7. Assemble. Spread or pipe about 1 teaspoon of peppermint filling onto the flat side of half the cookies. Gently press a second cookie on top, flat side down, to form a sandwich. Sprinkle the edges with crushed candy cane if using. Let the cookies set for 15 minutes before serving or storing.
  8. Store. Keep in an airtight container at room temperature for up to 4 days, or freeze unfilled cookies for up to 1 month.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 210 | Protein: 2g | Fat: 10g | Carbs: 29g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 75mg

Diane Holloway
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Diane Holloway
Week 246 of Diane’s 30-year story · Des Moines, Iowa
Diane is a forty-six-year-old insurance adjuster in Des Moines who grew up on a four-hundred-acre farm that her family had worked since 1908. When commodity prices crashed and the bank came calling, the Webers lost the farm — four generations of heritage sold at auction. Diane left with her mother's casserole recipes and a cast iron skillet and rebuilt her life in the city. She cooks Midwest comfort food because it tastes like home, even when home doesn't exist anymore.

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