I love to make them, I love to eat them.
For as long as I can remember we have made cookies almost every Sunday.
It's a habit and an addiction.
If I don't make them, my brain knows it and will not let me rest.
For example, last Sunday we had birthday cake. It was from Costco and it was delicious.
But it wasn't cookies.
I started to get antsy on Monday.
Tuesday, I white-knuckled it thinking it would pass.
Today I gave in.
Just a small batch.
New recipe.
Delish.
Post Script: Zac asked me once if I would ever consider making them without chocolate chips.
Uh, no...
Post Post Script: I got this lovely book for my birthday.
The one I should have written...
...life's lessons learned brilliantly through cookies.
Yes, indeed.
