The cookie monster

Tonight I am baking cookies! I can't believe I am doing this.

I can not remember the last time I baked cookies!

Well, there was the last time my nieces came over to do baking with me. That must have been the last time! But this is the first time in forever I am baking cookies on my own. I think the last time I baked cookies on my own I was 12.

I am baking cookies because Howard likes a treat, candy or something, after dinner. It is funny, the things men demand, you know? We have been working our way through chocolate bars from Germany and Austria that I buy at Albrecht Discount but I began thinking, as long as we are eating just a little bit every day, why not bake cookies instead? Howard could have two. And I could have one.

It will not kill us with all the exercise we are getting.

Anyway. A few weeks ago I make this decision. Since then it has been this kind of stealth thing. One day while I was shopping for my mom I bought a bag of...

... chocolate chips. Twelve ounces. I took it home and stashed it in the cupboard in a plastic bag. That was step one.

Step Two was I thought for a period of weeks about baking these cookies.

Step Three was I looked in my Betty Crocker Cooky Cookbook that was a present from my sister Margie and I found a recipe from 1935 for Chocolate Chip Cookies.

Step Four was tonight after I got home from Viva Vivaldi and wrote the review and got it in on deadline, I actually checked to see if I had all the ingredients. I did!

Researching Leonard Pennario is a snap next to this, let me tell you! But I got my act together and threw these  cookies together and they are in the oven now. Well, one thing I did wrong was I forgot the egg. I thought the dough was kind of floury and that was when I realized I had left it out. I threw in the egg then and mixed it all up.

I will keep my fingers crossed!