The Mother of Chocolate Chip Cookies

My Mother was the Queen of chocolate chip cookies. When I was younger, if there was a shalom zachor, a Kiddush or sheva brachot, my mother was asked to make her famous chocolate chip cookies.

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Yet, as I mentioned in the past, growing up, our house was the healthy house. There was no junk food in our home. No soda or sugar cereal. No cakes, pies or candy. Amusingly, the one thing my mother did allow us, was her homemade chocolate chip cookies. She was famous for those confections.

She would make a huge batch, (7 cups of flour) and stash them in the freezer for Shabbat or other special occasions. When the opportunity came and we were allowed the cookies, we were given permission to have 2 and only if we ate them with a glass of skim milk.

Being that we were rarely allowed to have these sugary treats, my siblings and I would always sneak cookies from the basement freezer. My mother finally had to put a note on the Tupperware container in the freezer informing us that she counted how many cookies were in the Tupperware and let us know of our demise, if any were to be missing! That was the end of our cookie heists.

While eating the cookies were our objective, baking chocolate chip cookies with my mother is one of my fondest memories. She never used a mixer. She mixed the dough in an extra large Tupperware bowl with her handy dandy wooden spoon. I would love making the cookies with her. The best part was when her back was turned and I would put my finger in the dough and shove the dough right into my mouth before my mother would turn around! * My sister and I were pros at swiping the dough behind my mother’s back.(mind you, we were the most well behaved children…we just loved cookie dough) After my mother would place the dough on cookie sheets and take the cookies out of the hot oven we would wait eagerly for her to give us the go ahead to have a warm gooey cookie. The whole process was heavenly.

As a mother myself, I too make my mother’s chocolate chip cookie recipe with my kids. When my children were younger they would get upset if I made the cookies while they were in school. To this day, my 18-year-old son still enjoys making the dough with me. Unlike my childhood, he doesn’t have to divert my attention to take some cookie dough; just clean hands and no double dipping. One swipe and done, I love it. And sometimes as an extra bonus if the wind blows just right, it gives us a chance to just talk! Cooking and baking in the kitchen with our kids and family lends itself to the possibility of extraordinary bonding -and I am all for that!!

Here’s the recipe for my Mother’s famous chocolate chip cookies (Click here).

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