Cravin Raven Organic Bakery (exclusively gluten-free bakery)
8339 SE 13th Avenue – Portland
$2.25
There are so many other cookies that take precedence over peanut butter that it is a rare day that one makes its way into my mouth.
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Nuvrei Patisserie
404 NW 10th Avenue – Portland
$2
Nuvrei, a Portland bakery supplying superior almond croissant, berry brioche and an exceptionally fantastic flourless chocolate chewy cookie to the city’s best coffee shops, has opened a retail café above their bakery in The Pearl District. In case you’ve never had a Nuvrei item in your mouth before, let me spell it out for you: this is great news.
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Maple Cream Pie
Whole Foods Market – Portland (Pearl District store, only.)
apx $3 (sold by weight at $7.99/lb)
To erase any confusion straight from the get-go, this is NOT, in fact, a pie. It is, as you can see, a sandwich cookie. One big, fat, muthafuggin sandwich cookie. I do not know why things like this – desserts that have nothing to do with pie (like whoopie pies, for example) – get called “pie.” Because it’s totally not pie.
What it IS is this: a big ass cookie. Two large oatmeal cookies, to be specific – with an obscene (i.e., way too much) amount of maple-y butter cream filling.
Read MoreOatmeal Rasin at The Dessert Tray
The Dessert Tray
11950 SW Broadway St. – Beaverton
$1.50
This is a very good oatmeal raisin cookie. Nothing tricky, nothing fancy. No golden raisins, no cranberries, no cherries, no apricots. No hazelnuts, no pecans, no coconut. And mercifully, no shitty, waxy white chocolate chips. Nothing but straight up oatmeal, dark raisins, and a subtle hit of cinnamon.
It is very thick, and fairly soft – not crispy. A little bit moist and gooey in the center.
Read MoreGinger Oat Shortbread at Costello’s Travel Caffé
Costello’s Travel Caffé
2222 NE Broadway – Portland
50¢/ea
I had driven by this place countless times over the past several years and never thought to stop in. I guess I just thought it looked and sounded kind of dopey: “Travel Caffé.” Like it was trying too hard or something. What the hell is a “travel café”, I would ask myself? And anyway, I am not traveling, I live two miles from the joint.
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