Cookie frenzy

I had been craving chocolate chip cookies for over a week. When I crave chocolate chip cookies, what I really want is to make them myself. No store-bought cookie will do. Even if somebody else made them home-made, it still wouldn't quite satiate the need. I love making cookies. I usually do it on an afternoon when I have the house to myself and no pressing needs to attend to. I clean the kitchen completely first, then I lay out all my ingredients. I have known the recipe by heart since I was about eleven years old. Back then my older sisters' friends used to sing my cookie praises as they scraped down my hard-earned treats. I make sure to taste the batter at every stage: first the butter/sugar mixture, then add the eggs and vanilla, then the flower mixture, and last the delightful chocolate chips. I have no qualms about salmonella poisoning. I haven't caught it yet, have I? The mixture is divine in every phase. Sometimes I have to test it a few times, just to make sure it's quite right.

I'm never very hungry for the actual cookies when they are done. I'm too full. I send half the batch to work with justacoolcat and freeze the other half for my own personal enjoyment later. If I'm careful, I can make the freezer batch last a whole week or more. What is it about chocolate chip cookies I love so much? The chocolate? The butter? The sugar? I think that those are all factors, but I think that what I really like about them is that to me they symbolize productive solitude, accomplishment, and pride. They make the perfect comfort food when I am down and they are the perfect celebration when celebration is needed. I really do make a damn good cookie, and nobody knows it better than me.