I was playing with toys in the bedroom alone in a fort I’ve created using the closet door and the bunk bed mattresses with the blankets I took from my bed. I was seeking privacy because I have 4 older sisters who goes in and out of the bedrooms constantly. Just being alone. With my thoughts. With my emotions. With the memories. I propped barbies and kens in their places in whatever scene I had going at that time. The clothes were made from my mother’s handiwork. I was proud of them because some of them dresses were my secretly favorites. As soon as I open the blanket door, the smell was smacking my face with the sweet aroma of chocolate chip cookies. All that emotions, memories, thoughts, whatever plays that I had scene happening with the barbies totally disappeared and I run out of the room into the kitchen to see what my mom had whipped up because she is always whipping several different cookies happening at the same time.

I tell you, she is amazing at making those cookies and she is fast like she got 8 arms happening. I would verbally asked her what she’s whipping up and she’ll tell me different names. I would always give her a eye-brows Huh? for certain cookies that I had no idea what they are. She would chuckle at my facial expression and tells me that I know these cookies because its pretty traditional cookies in my household. Only one I would understand out of the whole lists were the chocolate chip cookies. My eyes would beam like its eye-candies and my thoughts disappeared like it doesn’t mean anything. All I wanted was to get my hands on those chocolate chips cookies. Once it was made, I would run into the kitchen and ask my mother’s permission if I could have some then I would have thumb up or thumb down.

As a young adult, I’ve created a very small family of a husband and 2 beautiful children. We have moved from New England States to the state of Oklahoma. At that time, I had no idea how to make any baking stuff but I’ve grew up watching my mother’s baking. As an adult, being so awkward in the kitchen, I really wanted to make the chocolate chip cookies for that first Christmas being away from home. I humble asked my mother for the recipe and discussed the recipe so I could do it well. I just tried my best as I could be. It took a very long time for me to finally complete the cookies because I had children under age of 4 which takes me away from the kitchen time to time and being so darn awkward at baking. I was honestly terrified that it would come out terrible. My oldest child and my partner had their eyes wide open and said it was really delicious. I took pride in that accomplishment because my growing children would repeatedly asked for that same cookies that I’ve grew up on. Short time later, I soon discovered that I had no idea how popular my chocolate chip cookies really are.

After living in Oklahoma, my mini family went thru hardship and decided it was best to be near the family again so we start living in Massachusetts. Several years later, I instantly became homeless right before Christmas. I decided to make a cookies batch for a family who took me in their home as my thank you. The family have enjoyed the cookies so much that they asked for another batch. I was told I was dangerous because of how delicious it was.

I was homeless for about a year or so, I have made few different cookies and the people at the homeless shelter mentioned how good the cookies were. I was permitted to leave for a overnight visit to a very good friend’s home and I’ve decided to whip up some of my chocolate chip cookies. At desert, my friends’ eyes widen open and made comments I’ve been hearing all along at how yummy it was.

Several months later, I’ve became friends with a local barbershop owner so we were having a conversation about the topic of cookies. The owner made a comment on a person bringing in the cookies and how delicious it was. The more we talked, I became suspicious and told the owner that I believe it was my cookies that I’ve made. The poor owner was not believing me so I told him I’ll whip the cookies up and bring it in the next day.

I kept my word and brought in a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies. After watching the owner take a bite, their eyes widened in disbelief as they recognized that the cookies I had brought in were actually mine. The owner looked at me and said, ” Yes! That is the cookies! ” Short time later, a worker came in and saw the cookies were sitting and asked if they could have a cookies themselves. I made a comment that I made it for everyone in that shop. They were SO excited to be able to have a piece and their eyes reminded me of my own childhood that everything disappeared from their brain as the eyes goes wide. They excitedly took a bite. The worker looked at me then at the owner in instant confusion. “This can’t be the same cookies.” The owner told that worker that I was the one who made cookies and the worker was also disbelief and stunned. After this, they’ve repeatedly asked me to make the same cookies because they couldn’t stop thinking about those cookies.

Several months went by, the owner asked me to make a oatmeal cookies without the raisins in it so I went home and researched the cookies options. I have not made that particular cookies in the past. After finding a recipe that I felt would be best, I dive into the kitchen and got to work. All my thoughts, all my anxiety, the stress of the adult life had melted away to the corner while I pour my heart into the cookies making. I brought in the cookies to the barbershop and they again couldn’t believe how delicious it was. The owner made a comment that they’ll pay for my work into my cookies making because it was so good.

I would like to leave you with the classic chocolate chip cookies recipe that is popular in my kitchen.

NOTE –

• Tablespoon = TBSP
• Teaspoon = TSP