My apologies for being away for so long but about a month and a half ago, I discovered the rarest and finest chocolate chip cookie ever made. How could a mere cookie keep me from writing, you ask? Surely this must be some lame excuse you say?* (well,… perhaps…) But the cookie was a special one and in fact, most precious…
As chocolate chips cookies go, it wasn’t the biggest, nor was it crammed full of rich chunks of boutique chocolate. It was, in fact, quite small, with a modest amount of fairly typical, off the shelf, Nestle Toll House chips. Made not with some fine farine à pâtisserie but most likely a supermarket gold medal flour or its CostCo equivalent.
What was so special about this cookie went far beyond its appearance and ingredients. At the first bite, I was instantly transported to my childhood or, more accurately, to my entire childhood simultaneously. I was hit by a rush of memories and a flood of emotions. Then, after finishing the first bite, I was instantly catapulted to a brief glimpse of the future before being jerked roughly back to the present. Oh yes, and it tasted fantastic. The whole experience would be best described as intensely bittersweet.
You see, this cookie was much more than just a cookie. I found it along with 3 other cookies in a freezer bag in my mother’s freezer. They were the last cookies that she would ever make. The very last of which I will ever eat again. I felt that it was the perfect parting gift from the remarkable and beautiful woman who gave me my life and so much more. A very special cookie indeed!
*Note: I really couldn’t get down to writing anything more here until I wrote something about my mother’s passing. I know that the main focus here is guitar related however also meant for this blog to reflect me personally. So here then is my excuse. I shall hereafter be writing more often and soon. Thanks for your understanding!