Tonight I made a batch of chocolate chip cookies for FavoriteBoy while he practiced Brahms at the piano. But I didn't just make the Toll House recipe or some other average-joe variety of chocolate chip cookie... tonight I made a special recipe. A recipe my own dear husband made up himself when he was just a kid. His mom sent it to us, tucked into a cookbook of family recipes Nathan compiled as a school project when he was young. Written in a little boy's handwriting, it calls for ingredients like "flower" and it is the cutest recipe I've ever seen. My own cutesy-pootsy, smoochy-poochy, baby-poo-poo wrote this recipe when he was little.
Okay, I'm done.
(Also, the cookies taste really good.)
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