Lately, I’ve been spending quite a bit of time in my kitchen. For those who know me, I wouldn’t be surprised to hear a gasp of shock, as in my early adulthood, I didn’t really look cooking. I mean, I would cook, but just the basics. Anything that required actually following a recipe was considered foul play in my book. I wasn’t doing it. Now for special occasions, I’d try a few things, but for every day purposes, it just wasn’t happening.
Fast forward a few years to a house full of men who like to eat. I guess you can say that I had no choice but “learn to cook.” I say learn because what I was doing before wasn’t cooking. I was basically putting something together. Believe it or not though, I really enjoy it, though I never thought I would. I’ve even tried my hand at baking homemake bread and biscuits, which turned out to be delicious!
Now when you walk into our house, don’t be shocked if you are met with sweet fragrances of vanilla, nutmeg, and cinnamon that are not scented candles; but instead the aromas are being emitted from freshly baked, homemade cookies that are delicately resting inside their parchment lined tin. This is quite common around here these days. It seems that I’ve finally found my home in the kitchen. Before, success depended upon how fast I could get done and out of the kitchen. But now, that’s changed. I know that I’ve done well when the cookies disappear from the tin before I can get the next batch made! Any special requests?
Photos: Mom’s Gourmet Nutty Chocolate Chip Cookies