i heart cookies

So tonight Matt and I were talking about cookies.  Like those soft, chewy, homemade type cookies that came in a red bag.  Remember those?  We used to love those.  That is until we actually noticed what a homemade cookie taste like.  Nothing like those in that red bag.  It got me thinking of cookies.  I realized tonight that my mom has never made me homemade cookies.  She made homemade breakfasts, lunches, and dinners.  Cookies never fell within one of those categories.  I remember mornings waking up to a box full of Napoleon Bakery Apple Turnovers.  They were so darn good.  But cookies were never something she made.  I tend to think it's because rice isn't an ingredient in any cookie I know.  Rice is/was a major ingredient in any meal she made/makes.  Spaghetti?  Better with rice.  She'd make rice with breakfast .. goes with garlic.  Honestly, it does.  Garlic fried rice with eggs is pretty darn good.  Made better with fried sausage.  Growing up I never felt like I was missing out on not having homemade cookies.  And looking back on my childhood I don't feel any regret on such things.  I had a great childhood.  I just feel pretty gosh,, darn lucky to have a husband who makes homemade cookies.  When I have a box full of store bought cookies, I hardly pay any attention, but when hubby makes cookies it takes all my discipline to only eat one.  Okay, okay .. I eat two.  sheesh.