As children, we had a “cookbook” called “Kids in the Kitchen” which was produced to make kids feel great about eating the swill that kids normally eat.   I have since become good friends with the “Model” from the pristine black and white cardstock photocopy cover (aka the only 8 year old in that church at the time of production).   But I digress (probably I’m just trying to impress you with all the famous people I know).   It had recipes for old favourites like Macaroni and Cheese, which called for a box of Kraft Dinner and wrote out the instructions verbatim from the side of the box. It also had other foodstuffs that children ages 7-9 can usually be trusted to prepare and eat such as microwave hotdogs, and peanut butter and jam sandwiches.

Being precocious young chefs, my brother and I decided to throw caution to the wind and abandon the cookbook of our youth, deciding that cookies were the order of the day!   We had eaten cookies before, and thus we felt totally qualified to now invent a cookie recipe.   I knew that cookies had eggs and flour, but that was roughly the sum total of my culinary prowess.   We decided all cookies should contain chocolate chips.  Then we started personalizing it.   Matt, being a lover of both peanut butter and banana, declared peanut-butter-banana-chocolate-chip-cookies to be on the menu.   Reading this now, it doesn’t sound like a terrible idea, but bear in mind we had yet to take ratios in school.

In the end it was a sticky goo with roughly the viscosity of honey.   We put it on a pan and into the oven (at 350 degrees for 8-12 minutes for those of you who are following along at home) largely because we had come that far and weren’t quitters.   The heating served to slightly thicken the concoction to about the consistency of pudding.  Not the generic British term inclusive of all desserts but the glutinous, saccharine, milk-based paste until recently plugged by Bill Cosby.   I recall Matt eating it with a spoon, but I, being the timid child, probably just microwaved some hotdogs, carefully following the recipe so I wouldn’t screw it up.