Cookie Conglomerate
Writing assignment from Christian Writers Workshop.
Assignment: A favorite school memory
When I was a kid, one of my dad's favorite stories was about how, in college, he used to mix up an entire batch of cookie dough and then not make any actual cookies. He would just eat the entire batch of raw cookie dough...which, I mean, can you blame him?
Don't fret...he's still alive, the raw eggs didn't take him out!
Another favorite story of his was how he would make one giant cookie out of the entire batch of cookie dough. I think it's safe to say, my dad loved making chocolate chip cookies and for that reason a lot of my childhood centers around making chocolate chip cookies as well and hey, I'm not mad about it!
I loved hanging with my dad in the kitchen, working the butter and flour together, adding the chocolate chips at the end and then watching them in the oven, rise and then settle. We would take them out and then wait anxiously for them to cool just enough...but not too much, before we could pick one up and enjoy the warm chewy treat that we had just created with our own hands.
At one point in maybe the third or fourth grade, I took a bag of our famous chocolate cookies to school with me. I liked sharing and I was really proud of the cookies my dad and I made so I wanted to show them off!
Some of my friends were so enamored with my amazing cookies, they requested I bring more. By golly, they would even give me one, maybe two dollars for their OWN bag of warm, buttery chocolate chip cookies. Wait, you are telling me that I could make money from these cookies? Yes, please!
I sold a few bags to my friends over the next week or so, but being the brilliant entrepreneur that I was at 9 years old, I decided, "you know what would make these cookies even more sellable?"
That's right...food coloring.
Ladies and gentleman I could not keep up with the orders.
My days were spent learning about sentence structure and dividing decimal points while my nights were spent slaving over a hot stove, mixing up dough, adding a few drops of food coloring and packing up my bags of green, blue and red cookies for sale.
Once I started asking my mom if we could go to Costco to buy the 15lb bag of flour, the industrial sized tin of Crisco and the 5lb bag of chocolate chips - she decided it was time to put an end to madness.
My cookie conglomerate dreams came to an end, but the memory of my classmates eyes lighting up in delight when receiving their bag of blue chocolate chip cookies will live on forever.
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