When I was a kid I made cookies all the time. Nothing has changed, but back then I actually thought I had the recipe memorized. (I still don’t). Once I had a friend over and we decided to make cookies. I knew that my mom always doubled the recipe, so I doubled what I thought was the right amount of flour. We dumped in 12 cups. These were the days before the mixer, so we were really getting a work out trying to stir in all that flour by hand. My dad came to the rescue. He came in, saw that we had seriously botched the recipe, and instead of tossing it, decided to add the other ingredients to make the biggest batch of cookies ever attempted outside of a bakery. But we didn’t have enough chocolate chips, so my dad, ever the creative mind, decided to rummage through the cupboards to see what else we could put in them. We ended up with dozens and dozens of cookies full of Lucky Charms. My siblings were probably furious with me. The one time my mom buys sugary cereal, and they end up in the cookies.
