I remember my mother baking cookies with my big brother and me. We would eat a couple cookies, then put the rest in this awesome Cookie Monster jar. Sometimes we’d eat another with my Dad when he came home from work. It was a fun way to spend the afternoon together when my parents had one car to share. I can bake a delicious chocolate chip cookie now that I’m an adult, but the memory of how those cookies looked, smelled and tasted tops any cookie I eat today.