I guess grown up people would call this Peanut Butter Pie. Mary Bullock would call it Buddy Pie.
I call it HOLYCRAPTHATISGOOD.
Cream cheese and sugar. Can’t go wrong.
Vanilla makes everything better. Except maybe…steak? I’ve never had vanilla on steak.
Cool whip. The bad, all chemical kind. I swear you will not care in the end.
I suppose I could have made my own Oreo crust, but anything that speeds up the transport to my belly is a-ok on this recipe.
If you think I didn’t lick this spatula to within an inch of its life, you don’t know me very well.
You’re not going to be terribly surprised by this, but I didn’t get an after picture before I ate it all. But here’s one from Tasty Kitchen if you need one more reason to make this someday soon.