My first memory of being in the kitchen cooking is actually with my dad, which is funny because he rarely did any cooking. He was so, so busy working, serving, and providing for our family, but I vividly remember sitting on the counter and him teaching me how to make these cookies. They were dad’s signature cookie, and man, we devoured them!
The last time I was up in Idaho visiting my parents, I came home from running an errand and found my three kiddos surrounding my dad in the kitchen while they made
oatmeal raisin chocolate chip cookies together. It stopped me dead in my tracks and feelings of love and home overwhelmed me.