The (Not So) New Girl has this whole Anniversa-birth-entine’s Day weekend of love every year, because she knows how to have a good time. I can only hope to contribute in some small way, by bringing a sweet to the table. Her request this year? None other than the chocolate peanut butter pop tarts that showed up halfway through list week.
Happy to oblige, I set to making them on my Presidents’ Day off.*
They don’t look too shabby, right? But, dear readers, working with dough frustrates me to no end. Knowing I wouldn’t have the patience to cut a stick and a half of butter into 3 1/2 C flour by hand, I went about mixing this in the food processor, as I’ve done with many other doughs of yore. But I pulverized the butter so it completely disappeared, added too much water when it looked like things weren’t going to come together, and as such, completely ruined any chance I had of these turning out well. The dough was tough, and hard to work with. Sigh. I’m so impatient in the kitchen. I need a yogi to teach me calming mantras that will help me. Because I so want to be the person who has the patience to bake with dough. In the meantime, I have a box of puff pastry dough in my refrigerator for the next time I crave homemade Pop Tarts.
*What does it say about my life right now that as I went to pull the recipe for these back up, I typed chocolate peanut butter podcasts?
a glass of milk 
One day, we will master this dough.
Also, “What does it say about my life right now that as I went to pull the recipe for these back up, I typed chocolate peanut butter podcasts?” It says your brain is officially exhausted and ready to meet the little bundle that is exhausting it.