Chocolate Chip Cookies: A Short Story

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MMMMMMMM, Chocolate chip cookies. You know, the gooey chocolate chips in the sugary dough, yeah, those. You have come to know them well, or so you think. What’s the story behind the chocolate chip cookies that first appeared in 1930? Who made this delicious recipe that we all know and love? The answer behind it is a young woman who went by the name of Ruth Wakefield. How did Mrs. Wakefield make this recipe? Let’s start from the beginning.

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When I was four, my father was deployed to Afghanistan. In Virginia, he left my mother, my elder brother, myself, and my newborn brother. I still remember the day he came home, running to him in the airport along my elder brother, and clinging to my father for dear life. I didn’t understand why he had left; I spent many years in ignorance to the 9/11 attacks, or the reason for why my father was away. It was very frightening, because when your parent is taken away to a country that you can’t even pronounce the name of, and fighting a group so horrible that no one was willing to tell a four year old girl who they were, you become depressed and angry. One day, many years later, I was driving with my father in his small, broken, Volkswagen Beetle,

“I don’t feel so well” Jan’s father had suddenly said one morning at breakfast. Her father, a World War II veteran, stood up and went to go lie down. The rest of the family continued with their day. Michael went to see how his father was. When he tried to wake him his father didn’t respond or make a sound. The 11 year old boy was the one who first knew that his father was gone. The memory of her father’s loss is vivid in Jan’s mind. It was a substantial shock after he had survived the horrors of World War II and then just passed away quietly at home one morning. Jan now understands how

Even six year old me could see the great suffering my father experienced not only mentally but physically. I recall once walking in the bathroom and seeing my father vomit, it was the first time I seen him so vulnerable. I could see the pain in his eyes. It was our third month in the united states and my father could not find a job, it was killing him. He was considering a job as a dishwasher to support his family, for that I could never repay him. A sprinkle of hope glimmered in our dark world when my dad got a job as a dispatcher at a local Airport, when I look back now I wonder if father ever felt disappointed that his hard nights of studying in college was futile, if he know that he would have to give up his career to support his family. Soon we moved out of my aunt and uncle’s how’s into a small one bedroom apartment in a sketchy neighborhood. By that time my mother has lost a total of thirty pounds. The once vibrant and sociable women was always tired, she often made called relatives back home which resulted in her crying for hours. My father would often cook and clean, it was fascinating to see my dad performing these tasks

Chocolate chip cookies are a truly remarkable treat. In the cookie-baking process, little balls of wet dough are transformed into a crispy, brown and delicious treat. Baking the perfect batch of cookies is not easy. Morphing cookies from dough to deliciousness is a difficult process that takes a lot of time and preparation. Don’t be embarrassed if you have ever baked a terrible batch of cookies that wasn’t quite what you were expecting. Making a perfect batch is a task that takes some practice; your cookies could have turned out too flat, too burnt, or maybe too thick. It is hard to bake that perfect chocolate chip cookie that crunches vaguely here and there, oozing a chocolaty goodness, with a spot-on combination of salty, buttery and

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On a cold winter day, there is no better pastime for a mother and her children than baking a batch of delicious chocolate chip cookies from scratch. The act of baking not only occupies those suffering from boredom but also allows a mother to hand down traditions from her childhood. There are several steps to follow to achieve the perfect chocolate chip cookie.

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To this day, I can still remember standing at the end of my driveway watching my mother arrive home from the bus stop. This day was different; she was not coming home empty handed. In fact, she had stopped at a yard sale on the way home and bought a prize for me, a doll named Suzy. This memory, from the age of two, embraces the story of my mother and my entire childhood. In Indianapolis, Indiana in September 1980, I was born to a single mother. Throughout her life, she worked for the phone company in downtown Indianapolis. Even though she raised us through hardships and despair, she always took the time to love my brother and me outwardly. Until second grade, I have no recollection of my father visiting more than three occasions. At last, in fourth grade we began to spend weekends at his house and with his family. Sadly, when I was eleven we learned that my father had cancer. One week before Christmas, after a school music program, I read his obituary in the paper and told my mother he had passed away. From that moment, our family forever changed, specifically my relationship with my mother.