I love chocolate chip cookies. The recipe I've been using lately calls for (lots of) browned butter, which is just awesome, and if this picture was a scratch-and-sniff I'm sure you'd scratch your computer screen to catch a whiff of that aroma.
What is it about cookie dough that tastes so fantastic? My kids want nothing to do with the baking process except when I am done mixing, which is when they fight tooth and nail for a beater to lick.
These are the few survivors of an afternoon of cookie-baking. NOT because we ate all the dough but because we made a dozen monster-sized cookies to have for dessert with company. But these didn't last much longer.
An example of how warm cookies are my nemesis: A few years ago some genius at a title company served warm cookies at a closing we went to. My brain should have been freaking out about signing away our lives by taking on another property, but instead I just ate warm chocolate chip cookies and let the pen do the work.
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