Cookies Mean Love

If I Make You Cookies, I Love You

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I made my first batch of chocolate chip cookies in 1990. I was eight years old. I know this because my mom put my name by the recipe in the Betty Crocker cookbook that I used to make them.

I love to bake. It’s one of the few things that I think I do well. I bake when I am happy. I bake when I am sad. I bake when I am stressed. And I bake for people that I love.

I love the process of mixing ingredients just so to produce a yummy treat. I love the smell of baked goods. It fills the air with the smell of love because love goes into making them.

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There have been times when I had no money to buy someone I loved a gift. The next best thing was a batch of homemade chocolate chip cookies. Usually, people are thrilled with this gift.

I make them for my kids on their birthdays, and I have a fresh batch ready for an after school snack on the first day of school.

I love baking anything; loaves of bread, cakes, muffins, cinnamon rolls, whatever. But people know me for my chocolate chip cookies. Everyone says if you get a batch of Jessica’s chocolate chip cookies, you’re lucky.