Grandma's Cookies

She gave us the recipe, written out in her own hand. And we’ve made them dozens of times, measuring, stirring, scooping; the warm smell enveloping the house, the delicious chocolate morsels enveloped in cookie dough tempting. But they never taste quite like hers.

“What do you do, Grandma?” we ask.

“I just follow the recipe,” she replies.

So, we follow the recipe. Exactly. Yet somehow they still taste different. It's just a small variation. Yet it's difference is huge.

Maybe it’s the brand of ingredients she buys. Maybe it’s the quality of flour. Or maybe it’s Grandma, her loving hands dumping ingredients, stirring together, shaping the dough, and finally removing the delicious cookies from the oven to be served to her eager grandchildren. And we savor the scrumptious cookies.

Grandma’s cookies.