When I was growing up, a Korean mom was never called by their first name or last name. Instead they used their kid’s names. My mom was “Sophia’s Mom,” named after my older sister. Yesterday when I delivered some cookies to my neighbor, he called me “Jack‘s mom.” Feel free to call me Jack’s mom! ...
This name is really kind of silly. Just say it out loud. I just ate a nugget. I just baked some nuggets. Have a nugget! But my husband asked for peanut butter cookies and oatmeal raisin so I thought, why not do this cookie and combine all three?
Okay, these cookies are not sweet. Just plain, they taste like mounds of unsweetened cocoa cakes. But I got new countertops so I had to show them off! And I had fun and I found something that worked with them. This is what happened.
I want to talk about love and how love fits into why I decided to learn how to make different kinds of cookies. I used to get away with just making chocolate chip cookies. Then my husband got false teeth and he couldn’t eat them anymore without an incredible amount of pain.
Oooh! I’m so excited to start my cookie education! I decided that if I REALLY want to bake I should take a cookbook and try every recipe. In this case I mean every cookie recipe. And I found the perfect book – my 1964 Culinary Arts Institute Encyclopedic Cookbook!