Cookies

I made two batches of cookies today. One in the evening and another now, in the late-night hours. Not quite the bewitching hour, but close.

A not-so-secret love of mine is baking (and eating) late at night. It takes me longer but it's just me in the kitchen and I can be anal and stressed without bugging anyone else about it. Tonight, it's not exactly because I thought I needed more cookies for class that I'm still up baking and blogging. Making the one batch of cookies seemed wrong without the other. I always make the two. That's the way it happens. So it goes.

Nostalgia is a major factor of the cookie baking experience. Yeah, it's kind of strange how I have so many strong memories, tastes, and scents connected with the activity. Coconut, parchment paper, mixing with hands, and giant cookies that you half-bake and then store in the freezer for stealthy snacking throughout the week. My parents never did figure out how a huge batch of dough could make so few cookies.

No one ever found my gargantuan secrets hidden behind the spinach.