I've never researched the history of
cookies. I probably should. I wonder how long these small treats have been bringing joy to children of all ages. I've always been a fan of chocolate chip cookies personally. My grandmother would make them for us when we were kids and each and every one was exactly the same. I have no idea how she did it. She didn't use any fancy tools, that I know of. Yet, they were all completely uniform. Even when I use a cookie scoop , during baking they all seem to have a mind of their own.
I think to myself now with instagram and other social media postings, the need and expectation for perfection. I've written before how I let my food get cold so I can photograph with the right angle and lighting to illicit interest and likes. We have the same expectations for ourselves as well, with how we look, how much we make, our careers, our homes. The list goes on and on. I'm exhausted trying to keep up with the necessary steps but tying to keep it real at the same time. Instead of spending my time and energy worrying about attaining perfection, and knowing that it's impossible, I have to train myself to accept myself and my creations the way we are. In this crazy world we live in with so much excess, and skewed ideas of how and what we should be, it should be good enough for us to try and do our best. I don't need my cookies to be the prettiest, the healthiest, the lowest calorie count, or the most organic. The fact they are made with love and taste pretty damn good is really all
that matters. I'm going to ponder that while indulging in a homemade butterscotch chocolate chip cookie.