Am going to try my hardest to keep this brief, in the hopes that you will find yourself sooner – rather than later – in your kitchen making these cookies. The background on these babies is this: in early september, I found myself here, eating one of these. Not really my thing, frankly, as i tend to find uber-chocolate-y cookies just too chocolate-y and I rarely seek out gluten-free items (like never), but I was with a friend, sharing goodies, she was intrigued, and so we tried it. It was very chewy (which I love), but just too chocolate-y (yes, there is such a thing). The texture was amaze-balls, however, (you’d never have know it was gluten-free) and it was thick, with a crispy exterior. I wouldn’t call the interior molten exactly, but it might have been had we been eating the cookie warm.
Chocolate caramel tarts and I have kind of a long history. About 10 years ago I read about this caramel chocolate bar, in bon appetit, and became mildly obsessed. The recipe – like all those I hold near and dear – was super easy, calling for a simple shortbread crust, a thick layer of sweetened condensed milk-based caramel, and a chocolate topping sprinkled with sea salt. I made this recipe a lot, and even developed a version of it (the “twix bar”) for baked. Cut to, a couple of thanksgivings ago, when my cousin shared her recipe for apple sour cherry pie with me, and inadvertently included her recipe for a chocolate, pecan, and caramel tart in her email.
To tell you the truth, these morning glory muffins are sort of/kind of to die for. Like unbelievably moist and flavorful, with little bursts of currant goodness, and great texture (from both darkly-toasted pecans and sweetened shredded coconut). I have had my mother-in-law’s recipe for them (which looks a lot like this one) for years, as my husband has always sworn they were delicious, but I was resistant to trying them for two reasons: one, I have always thought of a morning glory muffin as kind of a healthy, hippy muffin of sorts and in general baked goods of that ilk tend not to be my thing; and, two: (full disclosure) I don’t always listen to my husband.