Cookies

While shopping the other day, all of a sudden I looked in my basket and saw that I had almost everything to make cookies, except the chocolate chips. I casually looked down that isle, and what do you know, they are on sale. It's a sign to make cookies! This reminded me of a Gram story, that I thought I'd share with you all.

One day after school, I was hanging out at Gram's house just goofing around (watching TV, playing piano, etc etc). Gram came over and said "would you like to make some cookies?" I said "that sounds fun."
she gave me her recipe, and I went to work. I measured out everything, and mixed it all together. The first batch went into the oven. while they were cooking, Gram came in and "tasted" the cookie dough.
"This is great, did you do something different?"
"no," I said, "I followed your recipe".
then the timer went off and I took the first batch out of the oven. they looked a little funny. After letting them cool for a minute or two, we scooped them up to put them on the rack. looking at the bottom you could see that cookies were almost completely hollow! How in the world did this happened. I promised Gram I followed the recipe. Well, it turned out that I had added powdered sugar, thinking it was flour. Gram and I laughed over it for a bit, then threw out the dough and started over, using FLOUR this time. To this day, I always taste my flour just to be sure.

So, although my cookies are good, the memory they invoke of Gram is even sweeter.
I Love and Miss you GRAM!