October 6, 2013 § Leave a comment
I did not grow up in a house with a mother who baked homemade cookies or apple pies made from scratch. I did not grow up in a house with a mother at all, and when I did see her, at her house with its big kitchen, she always preferred real cooking — chili, grilled veggies, tacos, pasta — to baked goods. We did cinnamon rolls that popped out of a can and funfetti cake from a boxed mix, but even those were rare. Better instead to buy ice cream from the fast food place by the swimming pool — after all, it was summers when I saw my mother most, and who in 90-degree weather wants hot cookies fresh from the oven when you could have a cone of soft-serve instead? If I craved chocolate chips, well, there was always Chips Ahoy.