A long time ago, when Isaac was young, he and I made chocolate chip cookies together over and over--trying to get them to come out soft and chewy instead of hard as brick bats. What's a brick bat? I don't know, but I heard my great-grandmother use that saying when I was a little girl. I assume they used to call bricks "brick bats". But maybe there was such a thing as a bat made out of brick?? I will have to ask my mama to see if she remembers.
Anyway, the point is, Isaac and I came up with the best-ever recipe for chocolate chip cookies. It's pretty simple. Take the toll-house recipe off the bag of chocolate chips and make 3 changes.
1) Half the butter. One stick instead of two.
2) Twice the chocolate chip cookies. You knew this was going to be included, didn't you?
3) Use at least two kinds of chocolate chips. We used to use one bag of milk chocolate chips and one bag of semi-sweet. But now the grocery store also has dark chocolate chips. So use some combination of dark&milk&semi or dark&milk or dark&semi or semi&milk, etc. You get the idea.
4) There is a fourth rule, but it's not really a change to the recipe. It's just a cookie-baking rule--don't bake the cookies too long. There's a fine fine line between underbaked, just right, and hard-as-brick-bats. In my oven, it's 9-10 minutes at 350. The edge of the cookie is just turning golden brown and the middle still looks just a tad gooey.
These days I don't bake cookies very often. Too many calories. Despite watching our blood sugar, we're also watching the scale creep up in the wrong direction.
When I bake these best-ever cookies, I think about Judson and Isaac when they were little. I am so proud of the grown men they have become. And the sight of Betsy smiling with chocolate smears on her face--well, I am blessed beyond blessed.
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And thank you to my mama and PJ and Jeff who inspired us to take one last trip to the Cozy Dog. Warren hadn't wanted to go anywhere, didn't want to eat much of anything. But the minute someone said something about going to the Cozy Dog, he was ready to go. . . In his pajamas. . . Well, why not? We had a great time and made another sweet memory. Here is the obituary:
Warren Lee Canada, 75, of Springfield, died at 4:15 pm, Tuesday, October 9, 2012 at his home. He was born January 13, 1937 in Karnak, IL to Ray and Lois Laverne Smith Canada. He married Vivian A. Hausman on September 4, 1959 at Metropolis, IL and she survives.
Also surviving are one son Mark (Kynda) Canada of Springfield; two grandsons, Judson (Rachel) Jones and Isaac Jones; two great grandchildren, Betsy Helen and Kyle Warren Jones; two sisters, Earline Welton of Ann Arbor, MI and Brenda (Tim) Atchinson of Jackson, MI; a special sister-in-law, Lydia Canada of Ann Arbor, MI and several nieces, nephews and cousins.
His parents; three brothers James, William and Robert Canada and two sisters, Mildred Holshouser and Margaret McMullen preceded him in death.
Warren was a U.S. Army veteran serving during the Korean Era. He was a member of the First Baptist Church. He loved golfing and played almost daily after retirement. He was on a bowling league and was an avid Cub and Illini fan. He formerly was a fast pitch softball pitcher for the Baptist Team.
He retired from Borden Chemical Company in Illiopolis on June 1, 1999, after 29 years of service.
Visitation: 5-7 pm, Friday, October 12, 2012 at Staab Funeral Home.
Funeral Service: 7 pm, Friday, October 12, 2012 at Staab Funeral Home with Chaplain John Nelson officiating.
Burial will be at 11 am, Monday, October 15, 2012 at Woodville Cemetery, in Kevil, KY.
Memorial contributions may be made to Land of Lincoln Honor Flight or to Memorial Home Hospice.
Wednesday, October 03, 2012
Our lives these days are mostly affected by how my father-in-law is doing. If he's having a good day, things are not so bad and we're holding up okay. Tired, but okay. If it's a not-so-good day, it feels pretty overwhelming. And we're even more tired.
This morning, G Dog and Lilla woke me up at 4:30. Yes, 4:30. That's breakfast time, don't you know? So after breakfast--their breakfast, not mine--I drove over to see if Warren might be up. Not a light on in the house. Hoping they got lots of good sleep last night.
Okay, now on to my breakfast. Cottage cheese with blueberries? Protein drink with frozen strawberries? Well, maybe I'll just have another cup of coffee. G Dog says he'll have some coffee too.
Have a good Wednesday :)