Today, Clay and I baked my mother's Reese's Chewy Chocolate Cookies during my visit to Boulder.
I measured the ingredients, and Clay mixed the batter, a process that required vigor without a mixer. As we worked, we talked about "Grandma Thomas" and qualities that represent her character.
The cookies turned out tasty in spite of being a little long on flour and a little short on setting the timer. We ate a few and tucked the rest into Ziploc bags to share with Randee, Dan and his landlord, Geoff.
I like to think of joy as more of an experience than a product because the memory of it is timeless and stays fresh without Ziploc bags.
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