Well, not too much has changed since then. Not really. I think I have a pink hoodie that slightly resembles this one.
Anyway, there's a story my family tells about me that TO THIS DAY I cannot live down. It involves cookies, of course. So, when I was about five years old, my mom and dad took my brother and I to go take pictures with Santa. It was Christmastime, and this was a customary photoshoot in my house. I was never about it, but since I was five, I didn't exactly have free will.
After my brother and I sat on Santa's lap and the picture was snapped (I looked painfully bored, and my brother had red eyes and swollen cheeks from crying--undoubtedly due, of course, to being forced to sit on a strange man's lap), my parents took us around to the little holiday store attached to the Santa photo backdrop. I was walking around, looking at the fake Christmas trees adorned with gaudy ornaments, when I saw them.
The world stopped moving.
Right there, on a china plate, for anyone to grab, was a pile of chocolate chip cookies.
I don't think I ran over to something so quickly in all my life.
I planted myself in front of that plate for a good 10 minutes. It was as long as I could get away with. My dad--who has this all captured on home video--came up behind me, calling my name. I turned around, a cookie in my mouth and one in each hand. He laughs, and tells me to finish up. I proceed to inhale the cookies that remained.
He tells me it's time to go. This does not fly well with me. Mainly because he doesn't allow me to take another cookie.
"Just one more for the road!" I plead, annunciating each word like they're each an individual sentence.
"No!" he says.
This is when I proceed to angrily cross my arms across my chest, mutter a hrumph, and turn away from the camera. I was pissed.
My family thinks this story is hilarious. Personally, I'm sick of it. But it does explain my relationship with cookies.
I love cookies. Love baking, love eating them. With Christmas less than two weeks away, nothing excites me more than the promise of baking all kinds of delicious holiday cookies. There is one cookie, however, that I have perfected into my signature dessert, if you will. It's the classic Tollhouse cookie, and according to my grandfather, no one makes it like I do!
Andrea's (well, kinda) Chocolate Chip Cookies
Ingredients
2 3/4 cups flour
1 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. salt
1 cup (2 sticks) butter, softened
3/4 cup granulated sugar
3/4 cup packed brown sugar
1 tsp. vanilla extract
2 large eggs
2 cups Nestle Tollhouse semi-sweet chocolate chips
Preheat oven to 375 degrees F. Combine flour, baking soda, and salt in a bowl, mixing together well with a fork. In a separate bowl, cream the butter, granulated sugar, brown sugar, and vanilla. Slowly add the eggs one at a time. Make sure each egg is completely mixed in before adding the other one. Gradually add the flour, mixing well after each addition, until all flour mixture has been added. Stir in the chocolate chips. Drop tablespoon-sized balls of dough onto an ungreased cookie sheet. Bake for 9-11 minutes, or until golden brown. Let them cool for two minutes on a wire rack. Enjoy!
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