When I was a kid, my favorite thing that I remember was going to Grandma’s house and fresh-baked cookies.    Chocolate chip were my favorite.

As I have grown older, I’ve made cookies.  I made cookies for my kids, and I actually have never bought cookies at the store. To me, it was always cheaper to buy the sugar and flour and other ingredients, and put my time and love into them.

When the Electrician was on the road, I made a double batch of cookies every Sunday afternoon, and he took them to his crew on Mondays.    They all loved the cookies, because it was like a little piece of home for guys that did not get to go home on the weekends.

Since he’s been home, I still make the cookies, whenever we run out, I make more.  It’s funny because the Electrician is kinda hordish with his cookies.  If the kids are coming over, he hides them.  But, unfortunately for him, they know where he hides them and they find them and eat their share.

I know this simply for the fact, the other day I got a call at the Farmer’s and the kids had been by the house, and the Electrician  told me, Cam-man had 2 cookies, the Nursing Student had 3 and the Fisher dude had 5.

It’s a heartwarming feeling to me to know that my cookies, make my family happy.  The Farmer has me make him cookies usually at the first of the month, that’s when he goes to get his hair trimmed, and his Barber Kenny (BFF of the Farmer’s) get’s the 1/2 batch of the Oatmeal raisin cookies that I make.

Seeing as how we are now in the fall season though, cookies will still be made, but now I am being pestered to make my Grandma’s Apple pie.  The Farmer and I can attest to how good in the tummy this pie makes you feel.

It’s funny isn’t it?  Some of the best feelings in the world are associated with the foods that your parents/grandparents made that make you feel oh so special and a warm feeling inside?  I am so blessed that my Grandma spent time in the kitchen with me, and taught me how to make a decent pie crust, and how to put that little bit of love into everything I make.

So, I guess my question is do you dunk your cookies in milk?  The Electrician likes to crumble them up into his ice cream, the Farmer just eats them, the kids will sometimes dunk them.

Forgive me for being silly tonite…K?