Steel Cut Oats and Almond flour Oatmeal Raisin Cookies.....

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I have to let you know up front, if you are on a diet, these are not going to save you. These cookies are yummy-- I think the butter has a lot to do with it. You can substitute ghee (clarified butter) in as an alternative. These cookies are really only slightly healthy, but I'll take them when I need a touch of home.

Really, I'd rather like to know how much of the "yummy" ingredients are in the cookies I eat.  At the very least one can commit to eating consciously if they know what they baked together. The steel cut oats and the almond flour- no white flour here-- are delicious. And instead of white sugar or brown, I used coconut sugar. SO there is some merit. Enjoy. Yields 18 good sized cookies, so share.




Here are the ingredients.
1 stick of butter/ 8 table spoons
11/2 cup coconut sugar (Trader Joe's has a good organic bag that's economical.)
1 teaspoon baking powder
I teaspoon baking soda
1 3/4 cup almond flour
1/4 teaspoon sea salt
2 eggs
2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract
2 teaspoons cinnamon (with a touch extra 'cause it's so good for you)
2 cups Trader Joe's Quick Cook steel cut oats
Two hand fills of raisins, if you like

Bake them like this. 

Preheat oven to 375 degrees.

Cream butter.

Add coconut sugar (raw), salt, baking powder, baking soda, eggs, vanilla, cinnamon and half almond flour. Beat to combine.

Beat in the rest of the almond flour.

Add Steel Cut Oats.

Drop onto ungreased cookie sheet.

Bake 12-15 minutes or until edges are slightly browned. Cool on a wire rack.




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