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Dear
Nestle:
One
of the finest moments in the life of this stay-at-home mother was finding a
playgroup. Sure, I wanted to give our little cherubs the opportunity to
socialize in single syllables, master the art of swiping the good toys with
ninja-like skills, and sharing whatever germs they had, but what I really
craved was the prospect of talking to other adults. In the unlikely event that
my riveting conversation alone may not have been enough to secure my spot at
such gatherings, I needed to add some other valuable skill to the mix. Baked
goods. I could provide homemade baked goods!
My
chocolate chip cookies always got rave reviews from children and adults as
well. They seemed to think I had a secret, and I suppose in a way I did. Little
did anyone know that they could have been privy to the same information just by
grabbing the yellow bag of Nestle semi-sweet morsels. I can barely remember
back to the days when I didn't have the recipe for the Original Tollhouse
Cookies committed to memory.
Cookies
on the counter, dough balls in the refrigerator to be baked up fresh the next
day, and dough balls in the freezer for emergencies. For last minute
invitations, I was able to cut my necessary lead time down to thirty-five
minutes by putting the batter all in a pan for Tollhouse bars. Your chips gave
me the ability to waltz into a friend's house with a warm pan of delicious. In
fact, that might have been the reason I was invited to begin with, that
inability to show up empty-handed. Eyes on the prize, and I got human contact with
people over three feet tall.
As
my children got older, they were exposed to the wonders of the cookie cake, and
I became acquainted with the high prices the supermarkets were charging for
such fare. I had semi-sweet chips, a recipe's worth of other ingredients and a
round pizza stone. I was a rock star in my own house, and mind, when I pulled
those cookie cakes out of the oven. After putting some chocolate frosting
around the edge, we had it made...homemade. My son just turned sixteen and
still requested cookie cake for his birthday dessert.
Back
in the early days of my cookie cake baking, I sometimes forgot if I was
supposed to put a full batch of dough on the stone, or just half. I only had to
use a whole recipe once to never forget the answer to that question again. Less
than halfway into the baking time, I checked to see how things were going. They
were going right to the edge. In a matter of minutes, things were going right
over the edge! I was stumped as to what to do, as there was soon a ring of fire
in the bottom of my oven. The smoke alarms were going off and my daughter was
crying. I am not sure if her concern was the noise, the cookie dough flambe,
the slightly crazed look on her mother's face, or the potential loss of cookies
for snack time. I remember waving the smoke and opening some windows, all the
while wondering if I could keep the oven on long enough to cook whatever dough
was left on the stone. I had to be able to salvage some of my Tollhouse treat.
Certainly I deserved some melty chocolatey goodness after that stress. It was
no easy feat to get that masterpiece out of the oven, as there was no edge of
the pan free to grab. Trying to get the burnt dough out of the bottom of the
oven was just sad.
Time
has its way of transforming trying moments into funny memories. My daughter is
thirteen now and can make the cookies herself. I think she might have expected
a more formal passing of the torch the day I told her the secret to delicious
chocolate chip cookies. Instead, I called into the kitchen from the other room
"Use the recipe right there on the bag, Sweetie!"
Morsels
of thanks,
Andrea
So did they think I was half-baked?
So did they think I was half-baked?
Well, they did write back and sent me some coupons and recipes (perhaps to help prevent any future rings of fire). The coupon is not pictured because, have you been here before? This girl needs cookies!
TWO POINTS! My current total is 30 POINTS.
Check out the competition this week!
Your posts always make me hungry. I could go for a warm, gooey chocolate chip cookie right now. If I invite you over, you have to bring some, right? Aren't those the rules? ;)
ReplyDeleteSo this means your makin' me cookies.
ReplyDeleteRight?
RIGHT?
Mistyslaws makes a good point. There seems to be a general theme of food with your letters. Not that I'm complaining (you do have my address when you whip up that batch of cookies, right??).
ReplyDeleteI just made pumpkin chocolate chip for my husband (his favorite) and my daughter got pi$$ed off, so I had to send her some. $9 to send $4 worth of cookies.
ReplyDelete^Next time, she makes her own dang cookies. She's 24 years old, fercryin' outloud.
ReplyDeletePerhaps you should try again, but instead of extolling the virtues of their product in broad swaths of hoperbolic paint, you should instead claim they made you sick or something. It all depends on who grabs your letter and what they respond to, I suppose.
ReplyDeleteI love this contest. And truly, if I invite you over and you come you'll bring cookies? I'm IN, baby!! lol
ReplyDeleteYummy! Cookies!!! Now I am hungry...
ReplyDeletethis one's hilarious. :P
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