I know what you’re thinking – duh, of course, who doesn’t love chocolate chip cookies? But I would actually go so far as to say they are my favorite of all the cookies. Oh, sure, I like other cookies, but chocolate chip cookies have a special place in my heart.
Historically, I think it’s because when we lived overseas as a kid, my maternal Grandmother would send us a package every few months. There were two things in those packages: Spider-Man comics (Amazing, Spectacular, and whatever else she could find with the webcrawler on them), and every so often, a tin of cookies. My grandmother made the worst cookies. Hard enough to chip a tooth on, laced with walnuts (I’m not a big nut fan), and yet – they were chocolate chip cookies. From my Gran. They came with comics and stateside love. Those extra touches transformed them into the best cookies in the world, and set my love for life.
Tonight, I’m sitting down to do some writing with some store bought chocolate chip cookies my wife picked up. They aren’t great. Thin, a little dry, and obviously made from a frozen batter and “baked” in the store. But they’re chocolate chip, and that makes them all right by me.