Chocolate Chip Cookies
I think my mom was helping me in the kitchen today.
My mom in June 2001
I baked chocolate chip cookies, and they are actually good. Well, great! They taste like chocolate chip cookies should taste, crispy on the outside and chewy and soft on the inside, with the right balance of each flavor.
There have been many cookie failures in my life… the droopy cookie, the burned cookie, the flat cookie, the puffy cookie, the sad cookie. Too many to name.
This time, though, they came out just right. They are perfect.
With a glass of cold apple cider in one hand and a freshly baked cookie in the other, I claim success. With each bite and sip I am brought back to the fall of my childhood.
As each leaf turned from green to orange and gold and red I would get happier and happier. Fall is my favorite season, and not just because I am a September baby. Soon enough it was the time for big sweaters and trips to the farm. After school but before my brother’s soccer games, my mom and I would jet down to the farm to buy fresh cider, warm cookies, and a blueberry or apple pie for the weekend. It would take me forever to decide which bag of cookies to buy, and I always had to make sure they were part of the freshest batch from the oven and had just the right amount of chocolate chips.
We would pay for our goods and head to the benches to enjoy our treats. The smell of apple cider donuts and fresh french fries dotted with specks of paprika would hit our noses, but all we wanted were our cookies and cups of cider. When we were done we would hang around for a little while to enjoy the beautiful crisp air and the beautiful view of the farm fields. It was so peaceful. Then we would go back to the car and head straight to one of my brother’s soccer games to cheer them on as loud as our voices would allow us.
I had forgotten those memories until I smelled the fresh cookies in the oven today.
I love to cook because I love food memories. I love to create them and I love to relive them. I love to cook so much because my mom did, and cooking certain recipes bring those memories alive again.
Life is too short to not make each day sweet. Make your day sweet today by creating a meal and memory in honor of someone you love.
Nine years ago, on October 16th, I lost my mom. She was only 42, and now that I am a few years older I understand just how young that really is. I miss her.