I made cookies the other day. Delicious, oatmeal, chocolate chip cookies. Mmmmmm... they were tasty.
I was moving the hot cookies to my "cooling rack" and stacking the already cooled cookies to the back row when I had a *flash* memory from my childhood. I vividly remembered my mom making cookies just like this. I remember her standing at the counter, spatula in hand, taking cookies off the hot baking sheet, and transferring them to the cooling rack (which was actually a brown paper grocery sack from Gemco). I remember being barely tall enough to see over the counter and drooling over her stacks and stacks of cookies! The whole house would be filled with the aroma of fresh baked cookies and all I wanted was to plow one of those delicious morsels into my mouth. We were allowed to eat 2 or 3 for a snack. What a treat!
I love that the "tables have turned" or that "the circle of life" has continued and now it is my turn to be the mama standing in the kitchen, baking cookies, and telling the kids they can have one or 2 for a snack.
Such a simple memory, yet so sweet. And tasty.