Shana, Cookies and revisionist history
I am reading a book about the brain’s development from conception through early childhood. It’s very interesting and in reading some of the stuff on memory I realize again how fuzzy they whole subject can be. The things we remember and the WAY we remember them reflect our interests and our identity really. So I don’t know if this is a Franco-American identity issue for me or what, but I recently realized i have been lying to myself for YEARS about my relationship with chocolate chip cookies. See, I make them a special treat, go out of my way sometimes to go get Diddy Reese in Westwood, or in recent years to Ben & Jerry’s since they make the BEST commercial chocolate chip cookies (well, I like Doubletree cookies too), I like them soft and with the chocolate gooey, cookie not overy crispy, I love them! In my head, my special passion for cookies is justifiesd because I discovered them late in life and didn;t grow up with them like American kids since I don’t think my mother has EVER made chocolate chip cookies.
So, while lying stuck with a sleeping Zelda who would’t let me go a few months back, I had time to think about it. And I realized it is one big fat crazy made-up LIE. I’ve been lying to myself about cookies!
I remembered back to college and all the cookie eating and Pillsbury dough cookies made & eaten there. I went farther back…high school my LUNCH for goodness sake for usually either 2 chocolate chip cookies or Grandma’s chocolate chocolate chip cookies from the vending machine. Sometimes I ate a hamburger and then would get Reeses peanut butter cups -something to do with the math and how much money I brought to school. Then I went FURTHER back, I remember that I bought chocolate cookies SOOOO often from the middle school snack shack at recess that when I walked up to say “2 chocolcate chip cookies, soft if you can find them” the snackshack kid (Albert? Alfred?) would have them ready before I opened my mouth because I ALWAYS had the same thing. I remember making Pillsbury cookies in the microwave oven on a ski trip with my family because we didn’t consider the altitude and the cookies turned out all weird.
Basically, as FAR back as I can remember, I have ALWAYS eaten and loved cookies! So there it is, when I indulge, it is NOT a secret sweet spot because they are new, it’s an old sweet spot, older than Nutella, that I just like toindulge in a lot.
Hey, if anyone out there wants to take this as an incentive to send me cookies, bring them on!
(Schoko Muesli would be great too…)
Glad to get this off my chest, I feel cleaner now…