Sunday, August 16, 2009  My Apologies to Ruth Wakefield.  I grew
up loving the classic Toll House Cookie.  You know....from the
back of the Nestle's Chocolate Chip bag? Because she anticipated
the almost frenzied response she would get from us, my mother
always tried to bake them in complete secrecy. But we always
knew. Always.  We could smell them baking....but she was always
quick enough to conceal them. I am firmly convinced that it was
just because she didn't like to share. Seriously, I remember
coming home from the movies one night and instantly smelling
their familiar aroma. When I stepped into the family room where
my parents were watching late night T.V., they both sat there
straight faced and told me that the aroma was a freshly baked
Prune Danish. But I knew better. After they were cooled, she
always stored them high on top of the refrigerator in an old
black tin that had red and blue flowers all over it. We always
found them. She always lined the tin with wax paper (she thought
plastic wrap was too