Copycat Recipe: Starbucks Chocolate Chunk Cookies

This is one of my most random posts ever, but here we go.

I’ve had a few folks ask about the Starbucks Chocolate Chunk cookie recipe I’ve been trying to replicate.   And so here is the recipe I’m using and it’s the closest I’ve gotten yet.    What do I love about this cookie?  The brown-sugar sweetness, the size, the crisp edges but soft center, the chocolate chunks, the slight taste of salt, and the hearty texture.

Here is the link to the nutrition information for the actual Starbucks cookie, which of course lists the ingredients.

Photo courtesy of Starbucks

 I have adapted the below recipe, which is actually a recipe for “Pizookie” (aka Pizza Cookie, ya know, the kind you make in a big skillet and then serve warm topped with ice cream?).


  • 1 cup unsalted butter

  • 2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour  (Starbucks’ ingredients list call for wheat flour.  I tried with organic white and also tried with half organic white and half wheat.  The blend version gave the cookies a heartier texture but didn’t rise well. I may stick with the organic white version or maybe just 1/4 cup of wheat and 2 cups white)

  • 1 teaspoon sea salt (I prefer the taste and texture of sea salt)

  • 1 teaspoon baking soda

  • 1/4 cup Turbinado sugar (I adapted to use this sugar as I like the texture better than regular sugar)

  • 1 1/4 cups brown sugar

  • 1 egg

  • 1 egg yolk

  • 2 tablespoons milk

  • 1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract

  • 1 cup semi-sweet chocolate chunks


  1. Preheat oven to 375°F.

  2. Melt the butter in a saucepan over low heat. Sift together the flour, salt, and baking soda. Set aside.

  3. Pour the melted butter in a large bowl. Add the sugar and brown sugar. Cream the butter and sugars on medium speed.

  4. Add the egg, egg yolk, 2 tablespoons milk, and vanilla extract to the sugar-butter mixture. Mix.

  5. Slowly incorporate the flour mixture until thoroughly combined. Stir in the chocolate chips.

  6. Scoop large, thick portions onto baking sheets, Bake for  8-9 minutes or until golden brown.

Ten and a Half Months – My Sweet Julien

Dear Julien,

You sleep, with only a diaper on, between your Daddy and sister Indigo.  Your brother is shifting in his sleep here on the leather sofa behind me in the office.  And your biggest sister, Kaia, is curled in a fleece blanket at my feet on the floor.   I sit here, my own legs tucked to the side, and words are stacked upon my spine and nestled in the crevices of my vertebra and form the very core of me.   I cannot seem to unshelve them or catalog them.  The words swell into a library of memories and longing and they are my daily communion.

halloween  We’ve made this life, all of us, and you are often the epicenter of it.    And this life belongs to us in the most transient of ways;  like the seasons that come and go.  And yet they always come, without fail;  the blaze of summer giving way to the exhale of winter.

Last winter, you were the result of the final exhale that brought you earthside.  Still in our bathtub, I bore down with wide eyes and, with my hands,  followed the curve of your soft head down to your shoulders.

Welcoming the Moment (censored because GRRRR the internet).  Photo by Jeanette LeBlanc

Welcoming the Moment (censored because GRRRR the internet). Photo by Jeanette LeBlanc

I remember hooking my index and middle fingers gently under your armpits and carefully guiding you up out of the water and to my chest.   Every cell in my body still quivers accordingly when I recall this moment or gaze at this photo.  And I return home, again and again, in that remembrance.

sedonaI am not ready for ONE.  I don’t know if it’s possible to be.  You diffuse ridiculously simply joy wherever you are, Julien, and so much of what I cherish and love in this world is wrapped up in your compact and chubby body.   It’s as if you are my always-lucky fortune cookie, my winning lottery ticket, the last scoop of salted caramel ice cream in the bucket, the comfort of a warm bed in the morning.

The ends of this earth would tie themselves into a bow for you, Julien Atlas, because you are a gift.   And the way you give is with a honey-laden ease and how sweet it is – yes – to be loved by you.  And to love you. 10 months

You are a beacon of bliss, my fourth child.

May the fourth be with you.  Heh.

What I mean to say is, I love you.



Just for posterity, here is the infamous “list” of your milestones at ten and a half months old:

  • The last of your gummy-baby-smiles disappeared a few short months ago and you now have four little teeth: two up top and two down below.    You use these teeth accordingly to eat most anything, including all forms of chocolate.
  • In the mornings, you awaken with a glorious giggle and inviting grin and babble for awhile until your Daddy or I are coherent enough to play with you.
  • There are only a few things that make you grumpy:  long sleeves, hats, sitting in a high chair, being inside as you watch your siblings play outside (you stand at the sliding glass door, bang on it, and fuss), when I purposely close the dishwasher door too tight for you to open it, when I deny you a bite of chocolate (hardly ever happens), getting your clothes on, and being in your car seat at night.
  • Your favorite toys are cell phone chargers, any cord plugged in (ulgh!), electronic equipment, my cell phone, drawers you can open and close, playing the piano and guitar, and buttons you can press or turn.   As such, you love to sit in my lap when my van is parked and “drive” the car.  You also like to turn on the windshield wipers, the turn signals, mess with the radio, and generally wreak havoc.
  • You go down for naps easily but don’t sleep for long.
  • You love your binky but don’t have to have it in all night.
  • You awaken just as light begins to appear through the curtains.
  • The chaos of our home doesn’t seem to bother you at bit and you are content to be right in the middle of it all.
  • You love the outdoors, are able to be soothed and even rocked to sleep by Daddy (and Nana), beg for baths and showers with anyone willing to share one with you.
  • Last week, while we were in a hotel breakfast area in Flagstaff, I stood beside two waffle irons that weren’t even in use.   You looked down and them and signed the sign for “HOT”.   I was aghast.   You also sign “All done” and “More” although the differentiation between the signs is quite slight.
  • You began pointing a few weeks ago and it absolutely sends me, as it has with every one of my babies.  That stubby finger pointing out is just about the most darling thing in the universe.
  • You also began waving “hi” and “bye” recently;  your whole arm flapping up and down as you smile.