Daddy's Little Girl

If I learned anything from my father, it is the art of nazi cookie baking. My father never really cooked growing up, aside from pancakes, waffles or coffee cake on Sunday mornings. He was, however, the avid baker... at least when it came to cookies. To this day, my favorite cookies are his peanut butter cookies with chocolate chips on top. I recently learned that he, as I do, always puts 5 chocolate chips on each cookie. Apparently OCD is genetic, at least when it comes to cookies. Tony also pointed out how I line up the cookies to cool and once they are cool they go into neatly stacked lines. My father never allowed us to eat any cookies that were being cooled, didn't want to throw off the count or mess up his lines. No one was allowed in the kitchen during his cookie baking process. But we would always go sneak a spoonful of cookie dough when he wasn't looking And now I find myself doing the same thing, aside from one thing... I do let Spencer help. But if Tony tries to get himself some cookie dough, it's a spatula to the hand! Like father, like daughter, at least when it comes to our anal OCDness. ;)