Last week I pulled out this recipe because I really needed a good chocolate chip cookie. These are hands down the best chocolate cookies I have ever eaten. I’m not sure if it’s the cookies themselves, or what they represent in my mind, but they are perfect. It is funny how something like the taste of a cookie can bring up so many great memories, these do that for me.
This recipe came from a very important person in my life, my Auntie Margaret. Some of my best childhood memories are of the times we spent with Auntie Margaret and Uncle Frank. When I was pretty young, they lived out in the country in Ortonville, Michigan.
Every summer over the Civic Holiday weekend we would head to their place so my dad could play in a golf tournament with Uncle Frank. As a young kid, the three hour car ride there seemed like the longest trip ever, and we had our regular traditions for the drive: stopping in the duty free shop and my dad buying us all sorts of chocolate, pretending to be asleep as we crossed the border to avoid any questions from the border guard, always stopping at the first McDonald’s on the US side for dinner (the Happy Meal toys in the States was always far superior), and playing games with the weird road signs as we were driving down the country roads “Pass with Care” and “Do Not Pass” (not really weird, but when you’re 8 and 5, weird).
We would arrive at their house and be greeted by their dog Waldo. We’d run inside and Auntie Margaret would set the cuckoo clock so we could dance to the music, then we’d check out the variety pack of sugary cereals she always stocked up on for us. When we were there, we’d rent all sorts of movies that we couldn’t get at home, The Jetsons Meet the Flinstones was always a favourite, and Uncle Frank would hook his two VHS players together and make us copies of our favourites to take home. Auntie Margaret would take us to all sorts of places, the farm next door to see the baby calves, the pet cemetery (which we LOVED going to) to see all the dog and cat statues, Toys ‘R Us for some spoiling, all the while driving “crazy” down the country roads while my brother and I rolled around the back of the van (this was the 80’s…there were no car seats).
Auntie Margaret always (and still to this day) had a batch of chocolate chip cookies in her cookies jar (and her freezer). We’d eat cookies non-stop, and when we had eaten them all, she’d let me help her whip up a fresh batch.
I remember being so sad when Auntie Margaret and Uncle Frank sold their home in Michigan to retire in Florida, but we still got to see them when we went to Florida at Christmas, and the cookie jar was always full.
As I made these cookies last week, all of these wonderful memories came flooding back to me. I’m so lucky to have grown up with so many loving relatives that have given me so many great memories. I hope that my own kids have these experiences in their lives that they can carry with them.
Give these cookies a try, you will not be disappointed, in fact, you might become addicted.
1 c. sugar
1 c. brown sugar
1 tsp. vanilla
1 c. butter
2 c. oatmeal flour*
2 c. flour
1 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. baking soda
½ tsp. Salt
1 ½ c. chocolate chips
Combine ingredients into a soft dough. Drop spoonfuls of dough onto ungreased cookie sheet. Bake at 375 degrees for 7-8 minutes.
* put 2 cups of rolled oats into the blender, blend until they are a powdered consistency