Thanksgiving dinner was lovely.
I roasted a turkey, pomegranate gravy with freshly squeezed pomagranite juice, chestnut stuffing, roasted potatoes and scallions, my mom brought cranberry and orange molds along with pie and cookies for dessert.
I made tea for everyone and my darling husband sat in front of the television and said, “Honey, these are the best chocolate chip cookies I’ve ever eaten, you should ask your mom for the recipe.”
“It’s the tollhouse recipe, I make it all the time.” I explained to him.
“Yeah, whatever your mom does is really great though. I’d love it if you could make me these cookies.” He happily munched his way through a plate of cookies all while watching football, blissfully unaware that he was flirting with death.
HA! Hilarious. When will they ever learn?
That’s so funny! How can anyone not recognize the taste of a toll house cookie? It’s like taste-testing a Pepsi and thinking it’s a Dr. Pepper. :)
Classic.
Really though – it is all worth it when it makes a great post.