Cookies

If you've been reading this blog for more than a week, you understand that I bake. My family isn't sweet deprived, and there's always some ginger snaps, or homemade caramel in the kitchen. Most of this is taken for granted, appreciated but not really fussed about-unless I bake chocolate chip cookies.

To my mind, they are probably the least interesting thing to bake. Quick, not terribly challenging and I usually have the ingredients on hand-I rarely bake them. I suppose because they are really rather boring.

I baked a batch of chocolate chip cookies today, and from the way Danny reacted you'd think it was Christmas morning. I used store-brand chips, but he didn't seem to notice, nor care. The child who will happily eat one cookie, and return to playing sat in the kitchen like a dog pleading treats until I handed over a second and third. I tried them, they're good-but not joy inducing. I really just don't get it.

I can't attribute it to a child's palate either. Mr. ETB will likely finish off the remainder of the batch this evening.

I grew up in a household where we didn't see many cookies, and they were rationed. My dad liked those horrible almond windmill cookies, and my mother would rarely permit some sort of revolting bran/honey crap from the health food store that probably elevated her blood sugar more than a good old Oreo would have. Sometimes, at Christmas we'd get a tin of Danish butter cookies-but that was kind of a special treat, and I had to fight my sister for the pretzel shaped ones with the coarse sugar topping. I guess my point is, I don't have any strong associations with Toll House type cookies because no one baked them. They wouldn't have been any good with Sweet-n-Low and margarine anyway.

Just for uh...research purposes, I had another with a cup of coffee just now, and I still really don't see the appeal. They are awfully sweet, and soft. Given all the trouble I have with swallowing, soft food is normally attractive to me, but I just can't seem to get as excited over these as everyone else. I'm happy that they enjoy what I've baked, but it really does seem like misplaced praise. I mean, I baked some seriously badass ginger snaps earlier in the week, and didn't hear a peep of "Oh my gosh these are so good give me another one right now or I swear I'm going to die oh I mean give me two, this is a cookie emergency!"

Maybe it's a guy thing.