Sunday, July 3, 2011

Toll House


I’ve made chocolate chip cookies all my life. 

It’s a kind of a family tradition.

My mom taught all of her children at a young age.

This is my Mom. 2008.

This is us in 1982.  We all agree, that my brother, Sean, was the cutest of all of us.
 I mean, look at that pose!

She instilled in us the value of making something from nothing.
Using your own two hands… but most importantly, your heart.


She would strap on our aprons and hand us the flour and measuring cups,
her own soft hands speckled in white.


She taught us that with baking came precision,
and that each step was equally important to the success of the batch as a whole.
As a result, each of us would take special pride in our role.
Whether it was mixing the grainy sugar and butter ‘til it was silky smooth,   
or cracking the eggs one-by-one and pouring in the sweet smelling vanilla extract. . .
. . . it was done with care.


She taught us patience. . . 
to add the flour to the sugar mixture in small increments and to blend well in between,
until it was creamy.


And when it came time to add the semi-sweet chocolate chips,
the smell of those sweet morsels filled the air as it was folded into the cool dough. 
Our mouths would water, knowing that once mixed,
my mom would let us lick the mixing blades. 
Our favorite part.

We would place spoonfuls of dough on a baking sheet in rows. . .
. . .and when my mom wasn’t looking, we would sneak a couple spoonfuls into our mouths.

Oops.  I guess you are not supposed to do that.

350 degrees and 12 minutes later. . .
a fresh batch of oowey gooey chocolate chip cookies were ready for milk dipping.

As we got older, we became self-sufficient in our baking.
And we would make our own batches for those we love. . . 
 
with my Mother’s calm voice resounding in our ears,
the recipe and her lessons now embedded in our brains. . .

 and our hearts.
 

If you’d like to make a ooowey, gooey batch of your own, check out the recipe here:

Photos: rantyyustinadewi.wordpress.com, kitchencritic.co.uk, waoh247.com
 

1 comment:

  1. Yummmmmmmm!!!! My mouth is watering now... gotta run to the kitchen and whip up a batch for my sweetie now.

    Actually, I was reminded of this exact childhood memory not that long ago. Mary Jane and I made a batch together - just as we did in eighth grade, when I was an "expert". It was close to midnight and she was sleep deprived from being a new Mom and all. But she was a trooper and hung in there with me. When she finally tossed in the towel, she apologized that the dough wasn't as creamy as she knew I would make it. The next day, as I was teaching her 4 yr old niece Milani how to scoop the dough into little balls of yummy goodness, and Milani's older cousin Tyler how to taste test the first batch out of the oven... we received the most precious compliment... Tyler took a bite, turned to me and said, "This is the BEST cookie I've ever tasted. Not only because it tastes good, but because it's made by Family!". I relayed the message to Mary Jane, but I wish she could've heard it herself. It got me thinking though how I can't wait to teach our future little ones "Mom's way".

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