I don’t dream about bloggers like I’ve read some people do, but I think about them. I think about their posts, what problems they’re having or what they’re worrying about. When you commit yourself to becoming part of a community, when you start letting people get a glimpse of your life and start peeking into theirs, you start to feel like you really know them. You start to see that you are not alone in the world, that there is a shared pool of experiences from which we all draw. Before I got involved with blogging, how would I have ever known that someone else on the other side of the country feels the same way I do about things? It’s not ego, or selfishness, it’s just that one tends to think that they are the only one who, for example, imagines cars crashing into them when they drive or has daymares about their husband dying and how they would utterly and completely fall apart if one of their children got kidnapped. I knew one in five women struggle with depression but it really hit home when blog friend after blog friend wrote about it. I worry about people I only know from their blogs, like they were right here in front of me.
My point is that I’ve noticed a general malaise among bloggers lately; most everyone is sick of gloomy weather and desperate for Spring, people write about how they just can’t think of anything to write about and would rather lay on the couch and eat cookies. Well, ask, and ye shall receive, I give you…Cookie Porn. I hope this puts a smile on someone’s face today.
I love to make, and eat, cookies. And so does my family. So last night after dinner I dug a bag of Nestle Toll House Mini Morsels out of the pantry and got to work. I used to make the regular kind of Toll House until they came out with the Mini Morsels. It’s the same amount of chips by weight, but the pieces are much smaller so that the cookies are infused with chips. Yum. As you’ll see from the pictures I’ve been playing around with flash settings and not doing a very good job, so some of the shots came out too dark. But you’ll get the idea.
My family says Mini Morsels are the best, so that’s what I make
Almost more chips than dough.
I end up covered in flour every time. I don’t even own an apron.
I use a really big cookie sheet, because a dozen is never enough.
These needed to go back in for a few more minutes.
Mmmm, cookies. Nothing like a little sugary treat right before bed.
That big bowl of dough goes back in the fridge, and I’ll make another 16 today and tomorrow which should use up whatever dough we haven’t eaten raw – I know, it’s bad for you, raw eggs and all, but everyone who opens the fridge sneaks a chunk so what can I do?
The cookies are also good at 10:30 in the morning with a second cup of coffee, or um, so I’ve heard.
Have a good day, everybody. This morning, a sunbeam burst through my heavy living room drapes and shot right down to the floor. The boys and I stood there for a minute, transfixed, passing our hands through the beam and feeling the teeny bit of warmth it brought. Spring is really coming, I promise.