I recently took a deep dive into my heart. I changed my career. I left my friends and my home and moved across the Atlantic. I arrived into my new country with a suitcase in one hand, my daughter’s hand in the other and my heart…
I recall so vividly that Sunday morning. It was such a quiet day, with no traffic populating the streets. There was no hustle and bustle of people going to work or school. My ears were attuned to the flutter and song of birds outside of…
The chocolate chip cookie has always held great meaning for me from my first bite. It was the first time that I had travelled to the United States. A little girl was eating one in the playground and shared a piece with me. This act of sharing was the beginning of a budding friendship, which has lasted over decades.
Throughout the years, this seemingly simple golden gem of a disc- has has become a symbol of home: of connection: of unity and love.
It is no surprise that the very first recipe that I ever tackled without the help of y mother was the Chocolate Chip Cookie when I was a 7 year old little girl. My mother had given me the Fannie Farmers cookbook, which became my bible. I always kept it underneath my bed and would flip through the pages each night visualizing and tasting in my mind just how each recipe would turn out.
I was fascinated by the combination of a few basic ingredients and their ability to create such magical goodness. I made a batch about every weekend and invited friends to come over and eat them with me along with a glass of milk. The friends who really stuck with me throughout the years were those who were also just as obsessed about cooking and baking and we often spent our time sharing and comparing recipes of all sorts. The chocolate chip cookie recipe always stood out as one of our favorites.
When I moved to Germany as a teenager, I immediately dived into the German baking-culture, and learned how to make German cakes, pies, cookies and everything in between.
On days that my spirit felt that it needed an additional uplift, I automatically turned to the chocolate chip cookie to provide it. My German roommate and colleagues became addicted. The cookies had become such a novelty and people began to refer to me as the Keksfrau, asking me to bake them for their gatherings or to just give them tiny moments of pleasure, and I happily provided.
This was the first recipe that I used from my Fannie Farmer cookbook and a picture that I took over 20 years ago when I started taking pictures of everything that I baked and cooked. That was before foodie photos were even a thing!
A classic recipe to the classic cookie
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