For my 10th birthday I asked my mom to make me a huge chocolate chip cookie, instead of the normal birthday cake. This thing was enormous. She made regular sized cookies for the rest of the family, but that huge cookie was all mine. Or so I thought. I started working that cookie down and got half of it eaten in a day or so. I went back for some more only to find the remaining half completely gone. My brother, Jason, had eaten the rest of my cookie the night before while I slept.
I bring up this story just about every year and remind Jason of the awful thing that he did 20 years ago. Well, I’m gonna have to let it go now. Over Christmas Jason redeemed himself by buying me a huge Swiss Melt cookie from The Cookie Jar. The one stipulation was that I was to no longer bring up the story about my birthday cookie around him again. I had an old picture of me and my 10th birthday cookie and decided that I should make a similar shot for the new cookie. Here it is.
