Cookies Gone Postal

This week I received a couple of disgruntled emails.

These two readers have been following my blogging baking adventures as of late and feel deprived and left out of the baking loop, so to speak.

It seems I have forgotten college boys cannot live on Physics and Chemical Engineering classes alone and need chocolate chip cookies sent from home.

These cookies are my grandmother’s recipe. She made them. My mother made them. I make them. They are crunchy on the outside and chewy on the inside. I have never tasted or seen any other that even come close to resembling them. Based on looks alone, I sometimes wonder if they are the only ones in the world. This is such a lonely thought to me.

When they’ve cooled on the rack I stack them like my mom did. I remember being eye level with them on the pull-out bread board.


It reminds me that I was once a daughter. Something that I miss. Even more so during the holidays.

I wonder if one day they’ll mean anything more to my boys as they do to me but I suspect they already might. It’s the one thing they ask for when they haven’t been home for awhile.

I can’t give out the recipe because I’m afraid of being tarred and feathered. My mom gave the recipe to someone once and they accused her of purposely leaving something out of the recipe since they didn’t turn out like hers. You see, the cookies rarely come out the same from one batch to the next or even on the same baking sheet. They are an enigma and we haven’t been able to figure out why.


My two cookie deprived children will be filtering in a day apart just before Thanksgiving. One arriving by plane, the other by train or doing the college transportation norm – grabbing a ride down with a friend coming this way. It will be a short visit consisting of Thai take-out one night, Thanksgiving dinner and then just a couple of leftover meals but I’m grateful they’re both able to come home at the same time.

Son2 has always said this is his favorite holiday at home. He loves waking up in the morning to the familiar holiday aromas wafting upstairs from the kitchen. I’ve already been asked “what’s for dinner” and specific pie requests have been made and noted. The menu has remained the same from one November to the next but there’s comfort in knowing what’s at home hasn’t changed. Kind of like the chocolate chip cookies – these sweet, creviced, addictive rounds of our collective generational childhoods that are going postal. Today.

I’d love to know what says ‘home’ to your family.

Have a wonderful weekend.

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  1. Anonymous says:

    I can totally taste them and my mouth is watering – I truly have never tasted a better chocolate chip cookie than these. Oh– I will keep trying but still…….

  2. I know you are excited to have them come on. It will be just like a luxury hotel with cookies by the bed. 🙂

  3. Nancy ~ So funny you remember them too. They were coveted during lunch weren’t they? xoxo 🙂

    Leigh ~ But in this hotel there is no room service! 🙂

  4. This brought tears to my eyes..Ha! like that Folgers commercial when the young man comes home. I miss my son–we’ll meet him in Florida. Doing a house swap so we’ll be cooking in an unfamiliar kitchen for Thanksgiving…but I am excited.

    i can smell your cookies. 🙂

  5. What a lovely, lovely post. You are a wonderful subtle writer.

  6. Anonymous says:

    What a wicked tease! We want the recipe! Please…..

  7. OMG I should not have looked at this at 7:30 in the morning!!!! Looks amazing… happy you are making two cookie deprived “customers” happy again:)

  8. I think coming home and having traditions be the same is so important. It was really hard and still is when we moved from family and not having the same tradition. Yes it’s nice to start your own but it’s not the same feeling as coming home. Have a great weekend!

  9. An ode to the yummy.. perfect! Love it and the cookie deprived will too. Love this post my bloggy friend Big Hugs xo

  10. You made me hungry with my favorite treat! Now I have to go make some.
    Great blog!

  11. What is home? hmmm. It is whoever I am with wherever I may be. I so love that your boys want your cookies. And that they will be home for Thanksgiving. Have a great one!

  12. What a great post! We are so looking forward to having all the chicks back in the nest for a few days. And those cookies . . . they look amazing!