June 18, 2010
My father enjoys the more simple things in life. He’s not high-maintenance. He’ll spend his Sunday watching whatever sports game is on television or outside tending to the lawn. He might be doing paperwork, blasting the Rolling Stones. He can walk like Mick Jagger like you wouldn’t believe.
My father works much more than 40 hours a week, and I remember when I was younger wondering why he couldn’t play with us. My father worked so hard to give my family everything we could ever want, something he inherited from his father, an immigrant from Greece who worked as an Amtrak engineer. My grandfather always wanted to pursue medicine, and actually studied at Loyola University Chicago for a while. My father followed in his footsteps and eventually, my grandfather’s dream became his own.
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April 17, 2009
Leave it to the New York Times. For years thousands of bakers have started a seemingly endless quest for the perfect chocolate chip cookie and then one day the New York Times comes along and tells us all what it is. Well, I suppose the New York Times is a newspaper and finding the secret to making the most delicious rendition of this beloved cookie is news…But, isn’t this whole perfect chocolate chip cookie quest a matter of opinion?
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September 11, 2008
I stopped by a friend’s apartment the other day to see her new place. She gave me the tour: her bedroom, the living room, her roommate’s rooms, the bathrooms, and of course, the kitchen. Well, on this particular day, in this particular kitchen, there happened to be some fresh baked chocolate chip cookies just laying out. Noticing their sweet smell and “fresh from the oven” appearance, I just had to bring them up. My friend told me one of her roommates had just made these cookies and essentially left it at that. I was crushed because that meant that I couldn’t have one.
It’s amazing how the mind works sometimes. One minute I’m admiring my friend’s new apartment and the next: all I can think about is cookies. And not just any cookies. I wanted fresh cookies (like these), straight from the oven, something homemade. Like I said, I was crushed. That is, until the other night when I got around to making my own…
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