Today is my mom’s birthday. Happy birthday, Mom!!! This is her chocolate chip cookie recipe.
There is nothing special about this recipe. Except for the fact that it’s in almost every one of my Sunday memories gowning up.
And just so y’all know, this was my very first time to make chocolate chip cookies from scratch. I know. I’m growing up so fast.The funny thing is that for some reason, I was a little nervous that I was going to mess them up. Don’t worry; I didn’t.
Every Sunday, I would sit Indian style on the kitchen counter while my older sister, Jenny, would make these cookies. She would always double the recipe because there are 7 people in my immediate family, and most of the time, we would also have friends over after church. We would still end up with almost the same amount of cookies as a regular batch though, because we would eat spoonfuls and spoonfuls of the dough at a time. Spoonfuls, I tell you! Some were made with nuts and some with out, “So as not to poison my little sister,” my mom would say. Some were baked the full amount of time and some were left a little gooey, the way Dad likes them. Jenny would pile up a big plate of the gooey ones and race upstairs and give them to Dad. I always tagged along, as if I helped or something. Then he would instruct us to “hide the rest so he didn’t eat them all,” even though I’m pretty sure he knew where they were hidden. Yes, Mom’s cookie recipe brings back lots of great memories. And after eating several of this batch, it made me so happy inside and so grateful to have such a wonderful family!