The Best Chocolate Chip Cookies Ever!
3 cups all-purpose flour
1 1/2 teaspoons baking soda
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
2 sticks (1 cup) unsalted butter, melted and cooled slightly
1 1/2 cups packed light brown sugar
1 cup granulated sugar
3 large eggs
1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla
2 1/2 cups semisweet chocolate chips (16 ounces)
Put oven rack in middle position and preheat oven to 375°F.
Line 2 large baking sheets with parchment or wax paper.
Whisk together flour, baking soda, and salt in a small bowl.
Beat together butter and sugars in a large bowl with an electric mixer at high speed until pale and fluffy, 2 to 3 minutes.
Lightly beat 1 egg with a fork in a small bowl and add 1 3/4 tablespoons of it plus 2 remaining whole eggs to butter mixture, beating with mixer until creamy, about 1 minute.
Beat in vanilla.
Reduce speed to low and mix in flour mixture until just blended, then stir in chips.
Scoop 1/4 cup batter for each cookie, arranging mounds 3 inches apart, on 2 baking sheets.
Flatten mounds into 3-inch rounds using moistened palm of your hand.
Form remaining cookies on additional sheets of parchment.
Bake, 1 sheet at a time, until golden, 13 to 15 minutes.
Transfer cookies to a rack to cool and continue making cookies in same manner using cooled baking sheets.
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“Hooray!” I shouted with glee. “This is the my favorite part of the entire year!”
It was Christmas Eve six years ago and we just started making the yearly batch of chocolate chip cookies for Father Christmas. I sniffed in the chemical scent of cleaning soap as my mom swept the soft, squishy sponge across the hard, granite countertop. My eyes peered over the center island, assisted by little feet on tip-toes. I stared intently as the little bubbles left behind popped one at a time and the remainders were wiped up by a stark white paper towel. Sharp beeps pierced the air as our oven was set to preheat.
“Fiona,” my mother started, “would you like to...”
but I had already raced out of the kitchen to grab a step-stool so I could see over the counter. Racing into the room, I quickly deposited the booster and jumped up, almost knocking down the jar of flour in the process. “Woah there!” My mom laughed, “We don’t want you to end up in the cookie mix!”
I started giggling uncontrollably. The disease spread like wildfire and soon my mom
erupted into a fit of laughs too. Once our stomachs ached and our faces hurt, we decided
to finally start measuring out the ingredients.
THUNK! Ssssshhhhhh! Clang! Sounds of measuring spoons, pots, and ingredients in motion filled the large kitchen. Even fireworks couldn’t have been heard over our racket. After blending everything together, I looked at my mom and we both knew the next step was the best part! I stuck my tiny fingers in the dough, creating a satisfying squish as I groped around to find a cluster of yummy chocolate chips. Finally finding a treasure trove of sweets, I yanked hard and pulled a chunk off of the mound from the bowl. As I shaped it into a slightly ovalish ball, my mom asked why I wasn’t using a spoon or an ice cream scoop to make things easier. I paused for awhile, thinking.
“Well,” I started, “I get more chocolate in my cookies when I do it this way. PLUS I get to eat the ones that are mine too!”
“That is a very good idea, but you will get sick on cookies!” mom reasoned.
“Aww,” said my younger brother, Colin, as he rushed in. “I want some too!”
“So do I,” chimed in my dad from the next room over. “I think I at least deserve a couple!”
“They have to bake first,” my mom said, “Then we can eat them.”
As she pushed the tray into the oven, Colin and I sighed wearily. It would take a lot of
patience to survive this long, tortuous wait.
About fifteen minutes later, a delicious, mouth watering scent took over the air,
almost like a fog settling in a valley. It was simply trapped there until it dispersed later.
The smell of cookies wafted through the house and lingered at every door, bringing out hungry occupants. We all staggered into the kitchen, where my mom had just finished cleaning up the mess we had made earlier. My mom had just pulled a steaming tray from the oven and man, those thing looked delicious! Ignoring her warning on how hot they were, Colin took a huge bite.
“AHHHH! My tongue!” he shouted.
“Told you, silly,” Mom laughed. “Those things are hot!
It nearly killed me to wait, but I finally got my prize I had been longing for since last Christmas. My little teeth bit hard into the cookie. The semi-sweet chocolate chips melted
in my mouth. They softened on impact and it felt like there was a waterfall of candy that
had just erupted in my mouth. The vanilla-rich cookie was soft and warm as I practically
inhaled it. These were amazing. I knew no other dessert could top it. As I reached for the
next one I wondered, can we have enough willpower not to eat all of Santa’s cookies?
That definitely would be a huge problem. Hmm... Maybe after this I should just have
one? Maybe two? Or three? Whoops, I just ate four! I really need to stop. I might have
just one more...
Sensing my hesitation, my mom said, “You know there is more in the
Just don’t gobble them all down!” My brother’s face and mine lit up and we grabbed
cookies left and right and stuffing them in our faces. That Christmas truly was one of the
best ones I have ever had. My family joked around, ate my dad’s amazing food, and the
kids played until bedtime. It was very special and memorable for us since we never made
cookies together before. Now, my mom and brother and I always make cookies every
year. It is a family tradition! We had so much fun together and there were enough
cookies for Santa Claus at the end after all!
Submitted by: "Fiona Q."