Cookie Therapy.

I put my Suzy homemaker panties on yesterday. Yep. A real domestic diva. I love to cook...all day. But a baker I am not. They say you either cook..or you bake. I have found that to be pretty darn true. Now I do believe that every gal should be able to whip up a little something now and again for special occasions..But I can assure, the hub better not expect cakes and pies upon his arrival home. A pork roast...or gratin' yes...but sweets...not so much.

However...my darling aunt has an undeniable sweet tooth. She is the type to order her dessert first...and end a meal on appetizers:) So for our family dinner night, dessert was a must! There is nothing like good 'ol chocolate chip cookies. From scratch my friends; there is nothing like it. The alluring aroma of those ooey-gooey chocolate chips...and sweet silky batter is enough to entrance the best of 'em.

I found the entire process to be therapeutic. While I usually don't have the time or patience for exact measurements....softening of butter...mixing bowls and sticky substances...my cookie making extravaganza was a delight. With each batch I calculated the correct amount of brown crunchie-ness acceptable per cookie. Molded my dough balls to the exact size for these heavenly mounds. I watched the cookies rise like sweet little puffs of air and those sweet chocolate chips melt and ooze about. I took each cookie of the baking tray and lined them up like little soldiers...proud of my baking endeavor.

But while my cookies baked baked came the real therapy. A chat with my mom. We chat all the time...everyday, well actually all day everyday. I work with her, so I am lucky enough to spend countless hours chit chatting with mamma. But instead of the usual work chatter....clients, vendors..the never ending to-do list. We just talked. Sitting in your mom's kitchen... up on the counter, socks on, ponytail up, with a spatula of cookie dough in hand, I felt like was eight again. Instead of dance class and times tables...this time we chatted about babies and aging, re-decorating and Obama. An entire spectrum of daily nuances. But things just don't change...there is nothing like a chocolate chip cookie...and there is nothing like a talk with your mom. Our day to days are often so busy, we sometimes forget to stop and breathe in the chocolaty sweet moments of life.