Do you know what my Spanish friends said after I told them about homemade chocolate chip cookies? They said “Oh! Like Chips Ahoy!”. Can I just tell you my heart broke right then and there. I could not believe that my friends didn’t have the amazing childhood (and teenage… and adult…) memories of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies straight out of the oven. This after eating about 1/3 of the raw cookie dough, of course. But no. Their thoughts of these cookies went straight to the grocery store with bright blue packaging and hard cookies inside.
Well that just wouldn’t do. My friend Rachel and I decided to introduce our roommates and friends to real, American chocolate chip cookies. Off to Mercadona we went to pick up all the necessary ingredients. After baking for everyone, they finally understood our obsession. These were not like Chips Ahoy! at all. I was so proud that I could share a little bit of my culture with my friends and roommates, even if that bit of culture involved something seemingly silly like homemade chocolate chip cookies.
It’s all about the little things that you can share between cultures. A smile, a cup of tea, or maybe even a cookie.