Sunday night I made my cookies for the first time since 2002, when they charged the Buckeyes to a national championship. It is difficult to make them without consuming the dough along the way, and eating the cookies once complete, which would wreck my girl-ish figure.
However, enough was enough; Alex, my budding chef, wasn't even aware that his father made the world's best chocolate chip cookies. I ma happy to report that has been rectified, and even if this batch wasn't my best, they were still good, at least Alex thought so.
(6.5.2008)
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