Saturday, November 13, 2010
Short Reflection on My Blog
So I have had this blog for awhile now, and it has been one hell of a ride. I’ve had to find new recipes and bake something new every week. Although it sounds like a lot of work, it’s been great. I’ve wanted to start a cooking blog for about a year now and just never had the motivation. Baking every week has been relaxing, exciting and fun. I’m so excited I’ve been able to share this blog with people I care about. Overall I have loved blogging, and I hope ton continue this blog for years and years.
Friday, November 5, 2010
My mom's chocolate chip cookies (no recipe)
This post has no recipe, but is instead dedicated to my mom who taught me to love cooking.
My mom made chocolate chip cookies a lot when I was younger. I remember it being like magic. She'd pour seemingly random ingredients into a bowl, and mix them up to create deliciousness. She'd pour the marvelous dough into a sheet pan and bake AMAZING cookie bars. As a kid, all I cared about was licking the bowl at the end. That was the best part of baking, (and a habit I still have to this day.) She'd always let me, and usually leave me a little glob of chocolate chip. Then in pour wave of warmth the large oven door would open and out came decadent chocolate chip cookie bars. Their scent would waif about the house for hours. When they finally cooled enough for me to eat I'd be ecstatic. It would make my day.
When I was twelve or so, I learned how to make my own chocolate chip cookies. I made them as often as I was allowed. They never came out as good as hers though. My mom never used a fancy recipe or special method. She just did whatever the back of the package of chocolate chips told her to. Somehow it never worked for me like it worked for her.
Something about creaming butter as always been like Zen to me. Mixing got easier with age, as did my cookies. My friends have tasted many of my chocolate chip cookies; it's one of my baking staples. But the smell of chocolate chip cookies always reminds me of my mom.
I searched on the internet for the perfect recipe. I've tried every variation I could find. I tried buying better ingredients, and following the instructions perfectly, but nothing ever compared to her cookies. I don't know if it's just her experience or her love, but whatever it is my mom's chocolate chip cookies will always have a special place in my heart.
My mom made chocolate chip cookies a lot when I was younger. I remember it being like magic. She'd pour seemingly random ingredients into a bowl, and mix them up to create deliciousness. She'd pour the marvelous dough into a sheet pan and bake AMAZING cookie bars. As a kid, all I cared about was licking the bowl at the end. That was the best part of baking, (and a habit I still have to this day.) She'd always let me, and usually leave me a little glob of chocolate chip. Then in pour wave of warmth the large oven door would open and out came decadent chocolate chip cookie bars. Their scent would waif about the house for hours. When they finally cooled enough for me to eat I'd be ecstatic. It would make my day.
When I was twelve or so, I learned how to make my own chocolate chip cookies. I made them as often as I was allowed. They never came out as good as hers though. My mom never used a fancy recipe or special method. She just did whatever the back of the package of chocolate chips told her to. Somehow it never worked for me like it worked for her.
Something about creaming butter as always been like Zen to me. Mixing got easier with age, as did my cookies. My friends have tasted many of my chocolate chip cookies; it's one of my baking staples. But the smell of chocolate chip cookies always reminds me of my mom.
I searched on the internet for the perfect recipe. I've tried every variation I could find. I tried buying better ingredients, and following the instructions perfectly, but nothing ever compared to her cookies. I don't know if it's just her experience or her love, but whatever it is my mom's chocolate chip cookies will always have a special place in my heart.
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