He has raised turkeys, raised sheep, raised Christmas trees, raised three girls. Owned and ran a sawmill, owned an ice cream parlor, owned and flew an airplane. Was a flight instructor, was manager of a hardware store, was a silversmith. Is a master craftsman with wood, is an early riser, is the best Dad ever!
And, shoot... I haven't even skimmed the surface of all the things he's done!
So, it didn't surprise us one little bit when some years ago, (even though he wasn't a 'regular' in the kitchen) he decided to make chocolate chip cookies.
Today's my birthday, so I'm taking life easy. No work for me today! My gardener fixed me a breakfast burrito this morning, and I've just been hanging out on the computer most of the day. (Oh, wait... I do that even when it's not my birthday!)
We're going out to dinner tonite (my gardener and I and the Havre Relatives), but this afternoon I decided it'd be fun (and you're supposed to have fun on your birthday) to make some chocolate chip cookies.
So I got out Dad's recipe, which makes a friggin' 100 cookies! Well, my gardener and I couldn't eat that many cookies, (or at least we shouldn't) so I cut the recipe in half.
Maybe you just can't cut some recipes in half.