Sunday Nights at the Meyer House
by Fred Meyer
While at my desk in the loft writing a Six, I smell them baking: sweet, rich, chocolaty; the powerful aroma rises and hovers in my office, enticing me to find its source.
I hear the timer dinging, then the distinct sound of metal sliding on metal, then my wife going out the back door.
I immediately creep downstairs, don’t spot her, and see them on the counter: round, chunky, golden brown, hearty, the dark morsels half melted and glistening in the overhead light.
Alone, I feel them in my hands, hot and soft, then in my mouth, moist and chewy.
I taste the sugary, buttery, chocolaty goodness as I eat one, then another, then another, then lose count and all sense of time..."HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE?"
I love Sunday nights at the Meyer house—homemade chocolate chip cookies every week!
Seventeen Sixes and counting. Take a look and tell me what you think: