Isay and Paula must be bored. Today they baked chocolate chip cookies, all by themselves. They measured and mixed and scooped. The only thing I did was to take the trays out of the oven. The results?
Delicious!
Anton must have eaten a dozen of them. I was so busy all afternoon that I couldn’t keep my eye on him. The next thing I knew, he had chocolate all over his face, shirt and hands. Good thing it was a whole-grain, no-refined-sugar recipe — except that we used real chocolate chip cookies instead of malt-sweetened carob chips.
I would love it if the girls could bake by themselves already. I bake about 3 times a week, so if they can take over, it would be a big help for me.
But they shouldn’t make this recipe again. It doesn’t last. The 2 1/2 dozen cookies are almost all gone.
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