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18

May

An Arabian delicacy: black chocolate chip cookies

I am currently babysitting my 6-year-old brother. He persuaded me to make us oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, which are currently baking in the oven. I have a horrible sweet tooth, but above all I cannot resist perfectly made chocolate chip cookies. I love the golden brown color, chewy yet soft texture and obviously the molten chocolatey taste. 

Somewhere in my first semester of college, I decided to attempt baking such cookies. I went to the small (and very overpriced) convenience store across the street and bought a prepackaged roll of cookie dough. All you had to do was slice them up and bake them in the oven. Simple? Apparently not. I put those cookies into the oven, ate a spoonful of the remaining cookie dough and left to my room, absentminded as I am. I realized too late that my cookies must be burning and rushed back to the commons, hurriedly opened the oven - and found perfectly black cookies. And thus formed my reputation for the one who could absolutely not cook. I laughed it off and named the cookies an Arabian delicacy - and then threw them out.

Now that I watch my cookies tanning in the oven, I realize just how far I’ve come. I’ve gone from being completely dependent to semi-independent. (Not that I’m a skilled cook now or anything… the cookies I just made came in the Betty Crocker package, but oh well. Putting butter and egg does require some skill, I suppose).

But at the end of the day I still made chocolate chip cookies. Me - the girl who couldn’t operate an oven or an iron before she moved half way across the world.