As a kid, my dad made chocolate chip cookies with my brother, sister and I after dinner. It was probably my first memory of being in the kitchen. My mom would let us have the cookies right after the first batch would be made. Unfortunately, it all came to an end when my brother and sister went into the higher grades in their education. I didn't mind. I would make them with my sister on occasion as I was still to young to use the oven by myself.
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