I have discovered the secret to eternal
happiness: Freshly-baked chocolate chip
cookies.
I keep the dough in the refrigerator or
freezer, the kind of dough that simply requires a knife to cut a few squares off and
place them onto a lightly-greased cookie sheet.
Sometimes I cook them six at a time in the toaster oven. Sometimes I cook them a dozen at a time in
the oven. Sometimes I cook them up by
multiple dozens and take them to lacrosse games for the families and players to
eat afterward.
There is nothing quite as soothing as the
aroma of freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies, and there is nothing nearly as
delicious as a warm, gooey chocolate chip cookie with a glass of ice-cold
milk. The clean-up is remarkably easy,
too, because the whole process requires four items - a knife to cut the dough,
a cookie sheet for baking, a wire rack for cooling, and a metal spatula.
I'm wiping the chocolate off of my fingers,
tipping the glass so the last drop of milk does not escape, and I'm thinking
maybe "eternal happiness" just isn't strong enough a
description. Nirvana is more like
it. I have achieved Toll House Enlightenment
… and 'tis tasty.
