January 28, 2014
Chocolate Chip Cookies
Jan Koontz is a forty-nine year old woman. She grew up in Sunset, Utah and is a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. She is the mother of three daughters and the proud wife of an Air Force Colonel. She lives in Mendon, Utah where she enjoys quilting, crafting in general, and playing with her young grandson. Jan is my mother.
The recipe is kept in the front of Mom’s go-to recipe book as it is used frequently. Previously it was left out, put as it is a single sheet of paper it was very easy to lose, making for sad children. Mom pulled it out recently to make cookies and I asked her about it. She said that she just pulled it from the cookbook and it was easy and delicious, making it a keeper.
The recipe is on thick, waxy paper pulled from a Betty Crocker cookbook. The holes punched on the side to keep it in the three ring binder of the cookbook have long since disintegrated and the edges are folded and ragged. A tight crease runs horizontally across the middle. Small bits of crystalized sugar dot the page. Some of the recipe’s text has been torn off. Pink ink is written on the right-hand side of the typed text.
The cookies are made by creaming the first six ingredients together creating a moist base, followed by stirring in the “dry ingredients to form the dough. More flour can be added to make the cookies more cakey, and less to make them crunchy.The chips, preferable mini as they distribute evenly throughout, are then added then added. Tasting a spoonful of the dough is required by Mom to ensure its quality. Using a scoop, the dough balls are placed symmetrically on the sheet four per column, three across. They are then cooked for about eleven minutes and removed when the cookies still appear doughy, as they will continue to cook when removed. If they are left in they will be harder than a rock by the time one wants to eat them, that is no Bueno. Removal to a cooling rack enables the pan to be freed up for the next batch. Eating one, especially when warm, is a delicious experience as the cookie is ooey-gooey, just cakey enough, and the chocolate is melty.
Quite simply this recipe means love. Growing up if we were sad or it was raining Mom would make these cookies to cheer us up. Helping Mom make the cookies made us feel big and important as we took turns adding the ingredients we were responsible for. Even though we are now grown up, the meaning is still the same although the roles have somewhat reversed. Now I or my sister are usually the ones to make the cookies as Mom says that we make them better. It is a small favor we can do in return for all that she has, and continues to do for me and my sisters.