Chocolate Chip Cookies Anyone?
Chocolate chip cookies! They were piled everywhere. You’d think it was a bakery or for some special event. Not quite.
I grew up with six brothers five quite a bit older than I, they were helping my dad make chocolate chip cookies. Nothing unusual when I was little, Dad was the cookie, pancake and waffle maker in our house. Nothing was out of the ordinary with all my brothers helping make cookies either. Most of them just plopped down blobs on the cookie sheets accept Jim, he methodically rolled a nice long log and sliced them, he wanted consistency. But when it came to eating them he did not care which ones he ate. There was always a lot of joking around and once in a great while a mini dough fight. Making cookies was a fun time for all.
We had special large cookie sheets my dad made at work so they filled the oven and had three sides so the cookies just slid off one end. We had four so two could be in the oven while two were being filled with more cookies. They had it down to a science pretty much. But one day for some reason it flopped, they all added salt! Oops!
With such a large family my dad always doubled the batch but this batch had twelve times the salt! So my dad headed off to the grocery store to get more ingredients, enough to twelve times the batch!
Yes, we had cookies everywhere, that in it’s self might be a memory for most people but in our family it was only half the story. It was the next day that the whole story becomes a bit crazy.
When dad got home from work there was not a cookie left in the house! Hard to believe that about 575 cookies were gone in less than 24 hours!
Our house was the teen hang out; with a pool table my brother Chris built in the basement, lots of room, free food, and a dad that enjoyed playing games with them all. Not to mention he made it clear that he’d rather have extra kids at home than see them hang out at the pool hall with the bad influences. So there could have been up to six or eight extra kids that day. But still, that was a lot of cookies to disappear that fast.
Dad was a very patient man, more so than anyone I have ever met. He was pretty upset that day, I will not forget his shock and the look on his face, but, like I said, that was half the story.
After expressing his frustration with my brothers since they were the ones responsible for the disappearing act with the cookies, dad headed off to the store once again. This time he purchased enough ingredients to twelve times the batch again!
The six of them, dad and my five older brothers made enough cookies to cover the living room floor if you were to lay them out. That night dad filled a big old number ten size coffee can with cookies and looked at my brothers and said “This is mine, no one touches it!” When dad talked like that, you listened and obeyed.
After that two day event dad always twelve times the batch, even when it was just my little brother and I at home. He still had his big old coffee can of cookies for himself too! Only it took half a day to make the cookies when it was just dad and I doing it, no one else wanted in on the cookie making action, just the eating part.
Now when I see or smell chocolate chip cookies this silly memory comes flooding back and I get a big smile on my face. I only wish I had dad’s recipe, it was the best chocolate chip cookie recipe, only I do not think I would twelve times the batch ever!
Yes this story is true.
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