The backstory: I like to cook and I’m a good cook so it’s rather an irony that I gave birth to the world’s pickiest eater. As he’s grown up, JT’s become less picky and whenever he discovers something new that he likes, he’s prone to acting indignant, as if this food has been purposely denied him for years. The truth, of course, is that I’ve avoided something for years because the whining about it is more than I was willing to endure. Case in point: walnuts in chocolate chip cookies. Though it is my most favorite cookie, I have avoided making them for 12 years, since a three-year-old JT spit a mouthful of walnut chocolate chip cookie on the floor, gagging as he did it. Last weekend, I threw caution to the wind and made the kind of cookie I like. JT tried them.
JT: What’s in those cookies?
Me (cautious): Walnuts and chocolate chips.
JT: Those cookies are straight fire. You’ve never made them before and you should make them again.