Personal Narrative: Chocolate Chip Cookies

On average, seven million chocolate chip cookies are consumed each year in the United States.(Krake) As a child, I would go to my Grandparents house and made chocolate chip cookies a lot. My best memory I have is making chocolate chip cookies every weekend I was there. This memory has impacted me by showing how selfless and loving my Grandparents are. When I was young, I would always go to my Grandpa and Grandma Dorenkemper’s house on Saturdays while I was staying with my Dad. I raced up the stairs in the garage and entered through the side door. As soon as I opened the door, my nose filled with the smell of a cinnamon pumpkin candle from Bath and Body Works with a hint of fresh brewed coffee. Past the kitchen and to the left, my Grandpa Chuck was sitting in his tan leather recliner watching Gunsmoke or Bananza. My Grandma Kathey was sitting in the brown arm chair to the right of him. My Grandma asked me if I was hungry and would not take no for an answer. I sat on one of the brown wooden stools at the

I dumped the mix into the bowl, shaking the plastic bag like Darla from Finding Nemo. I could not crack an egg cleanly to save my life but, my Grandma let me try one anyway. After adding the three ingredients, I would attempt to stir it and then my Grandma took over. She dropped the cookie dough on the pan and put them in the oven. The entire house filled with the smell of melting chocolate. When the cookies were done, we ate them while they were still warm and soft. The cookies melted in my mouth like ice cream on a summer’s day. During a commercial break, my Grandpa shuffled in to the kitchen to have some cookies. The entire time we would have a conversation about what was new and how was school. When my Dad would come to get me after he was done working, I would beg to stay. Being at my Grandpa and Grandma’s house was the highlight of my