Little Chocolate Chip

Come out, come out wherever you are little Tollhouse Morsel. Don’t think that because you are hiding under the refrigerator I won’t find you, because I will. You don’t know it yet , but because you hopped into my mother’s suitcase, flew all the way across the Atlantic and have endured the double frigidity of a freezer in Dublin, your value has increased ten fold. You have become a tiny taste of home, a baby bite of bliss. Even if you have been devoured by a dust bunny I just might brush you off and add you to my batter so that you can be melted into that most heavenly of treats, the Tollhouse Chocolate Chip Cookie.

And if anyone calls you a biscuit, we will slap them.