Halloween is Monday. I am too old for trick-or-treating and too young to not care about Halloween, which puts me in that awkward demographic of eighteen-year-olds who dress up for parties but pretend to be above it all.
Dana and I went to a Halloween party on Saturday at someone's off-campus apartment. I went as a 'military wife' — dog tags, camo jacket, exhausted expression — which Dana said was 'too real to be a costume' and which I thought was hilarious. Dana went as a cat because Dana is the kind of person who puts ears on a headband and calls it a costume and somehow looks better than everyone who tried hard. I respect this energy.
The party was fine. College parties are exactly what you think they are: loud music, cheap beer, people yelling over each other in a kitchen. I was good at it — the social part, the reading-the-room part, the military-kid skill of walking into a space full of strangers and becoming someone they want to talk to. But I left at 11 and drove home because that's what commuters do. We show up, we perform, and we drive home to our childhood bedrooms while everyone else sleepwalks to their dorms.
I'm not complaining. Okay, I'm complaining a little.
Mom had made her caramel apples for the trick-or-treaters, which is a production she undertakes every year regardless of how many trick-or-treaters actually show up (last year: twelve). She melts caramels with a little cream, dips Granny Smith apples on sticks, and sets them on wax paper to harden. Then she drizzles them with chocolate and sprinkles them with chopped peanuts. They're gorgeous and delicious and she gives them only to the kids whose parents she recognizes because 'you can't give homemade food to strangers anymore, the world is insane.'
She also made candy corn brownies — regular brownies with candy corn pressed into the top before baking, which sounds terrible but is actually amazing because the candy corn gets soft and caramelized and creates these pockets of sweet crunch throughout the brownie. I ate three. Don't judge me. It's Halloween.
Dad answered the door for trick-or-treaters in his Navy veteran hat, which is his version of a costume and which scares approximately zero children but earns respectful nods from the dads on the sidewalk. Military families recognize each other. It's in the posture, the handshake, the way you say 'yes, sir' and 'yes, ma'am' without thinking.
Halloween is a kid holiday that I'm reluctantly aging out of. But Mom's caramel apples still taste like being seven years old in base housing in Jacksonville, ringing doorbells in a princess costume while Dad walked behind me in the dark, keeping watch. Some flavors are time machines.
November starts Tuesday. Six weeks until finals. The brownies are in the kitchen. The apples are on the counter. I am eighteen and I am eating Halloween candy in my childhood bedroom and I am exactly where I need to be, even if it doesn't feel like it yet.
Somewhere between the caramel apples and the third brownie, I remembered that Halloween in our house was never just one thing—it was a pile-on, a little bit of everything thrown together and somehow perfect. Monster Cookies have always felt like that to me: peanut butter, oats, chocolate chips, M&Ms, all coexisting like a costumed crowd on a front porch. They’re the cookie equivalent of Dad’s veteran hat and Mom’s caramel apples and me, eighteen and still trick-or-treating in spirit—mismatched and exactly right. Here’s how I made them.
Monster Cookies
Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 12 min | Total Time: 27 min | Servings: 36 cookies
Ingredients
- 1 cup creamy peanut butter
- 1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, softened
- 3/4 cup granulated sugar
- 3/4 cup packed light brown sugar
- 2 large eggs
- 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
- 1 teaspoon baking soda
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 3 cups old-fashioned rolled oats
- 1 cup all-purpose flour
- 1 cup M&Ms (Halloween mix recommended)
- 1/2 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips
- 1/2 cup candy corn
Instructions
- Preheat. Heat your oven to 350°F. Line two baking sheets with parchment paper or silicone mats and set aside.
- Cream the base. In a large bowl, beat together the peanut butter, softened butter, granulated sugar, and brown sugar until light and fluffy, about 2–3 minutes with a hand mixer or stand mixer.
- Add wet ingredients. Beat in the eggs one at a time, then mix in the vanilla extract until fully combined.
- Mix in dry ingredients. Add the baking soda and salt, then stir in the flour and rolled oats until a thick dough forms. Do not overmix.
- Fold in the fun. Gently fold in the M&Ms, chocolate chips, and candy corn with a spatula or wooden spoon. The candy corn will look like it doesn’t belong. It belongs.
- Scoop and space. Drop rounded tablespoons of dough onto the prepared baking sheets, spacing them about 2 inches apart. Slightly flatten each ball with your palm — these cookies don’t spread much on their own.
- Bake. Bake for 10–12 minutes, until the edges are just golden and the centers look slightly underdone. They will firm up as they cool. Pull them early for chewier cookies.
- Cool. Let cookies rest on the baking sheet for 5 minutes before transferring to a wire rack. The candy corn will have softened into chewy, caramelized pockets — exactly as it should be.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 178 | Protein: 4g | Fat: 8g | Carbs: 24g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 98mg
About the cook who shared this
Rachel Abernathy
Week 31 of Rachel’s 30-year story
· San Diego, California
Rachel is a twenty-eight-year-old Marine wife and mom of two who has moved five times in six years and learned to cook a Thanksgiving dinner with half her cookware still in boxes. She married young, survived postpartum depression, and feeds her family of four on a junior Marine's salary with a freezer full of pre-made meals and a crockpot that has never let her down. She writes for the military spouses who are cooking dinner alone in base housing and wondering if they're enough. You are.