Chocolate chip cookies

My mom prides herself on her baking. She loves it! She bakes for everyone. Cookies for her doctor. Brownies for her eye doctor. Cheesecake for the priest. And anything for Greg.

In fact, we just shipped off 4 boxes containing primarily... you guessed it... cookies. One box to each of my brothers, one to my cousin, and one to my aunt. $30 just for shipping. They better be some goooood cookies!

Greg loves chocolate chip cookies, but... He loves his chocolate chip cookies. For several days he was craving his chocolate chip cookies, but didn't want to risk pissing my mom off by telling her he preferred his recipe. Or worse, baking them himself. One morning he woke up early and started mixing a batch, long before she would be up. He quickly had them baked, in a giant zip-lock bag, and safely hidden away before Mom ever came into the kitchen.

Somehow, she knew something was up. So she went over and felt the oven door, which was still warm. She looked around... nothing out of place, not the tiniest piece of evidence left behind. She didn't say anything.

Like little kids, sneaking around, we savored those forbidden cookies for days afterward.

Eventually, Greg got much braver and went ahead and baked cookies, while she was still asleep again, but didn't try to hide the evidence. She tried one and thought they were great! She had to admit that they were even better than hers!

Now she's decided that Greg can bake the chocolate chip cookies, and she'll bake everything else. Of course, that means I don't get/have to bake anything.

Oh well. Fine with me. I get to eat them all!