I make chocolate chip cookies at least once a month and not just because I’m a dessert fanatic. I do it because each time that I bake them, my mind is flooded with memories of making cookies with my mom. Normally Mom liked to go solo in the kitchen, but she would always let me help with the chocolate chip cookies. I reveled in these moments, enjoying every step of the process (and licked the raw dough right off of the spoon when she wasn’t looking!).
As I go through the steps of making her recipe today, I hear her somehow stern, yet playful voice: “No, stir this way…Make sure you scrape down the flour from the side of the bowl with a spatula…Stir the egg yolks before mixing them into the dough, and don’t get any pieces of shell in there!” I am a better baker because of my mom and she is with me every time that bake a batch of cookies.
My sister always says, “Mom never made a bad cookie,” and you know what? My sister is right.