Strangely enough, it's very difficult to find chocolate chips here. More importantly, Nestles semi-sweet morsels. Thankfully, my mom shipped me a bag of chips for Easter. So, on Saturday, Rachel and I made the cookies. They turned out pretty good considering I had to cook them in the Aga and the butter tastes a little different here.
I brought them to my neighbors. They seemed very appreciative. The mom on one side got a good laugh when I handed her the cookies and said, "Tell your son Thank You for keeping his music down." (Something that has been a bit of a problem since his room is right next to ours and he has a love for techno. This probably would have been okay a few years ago but Evan can't sleep. He just covers his ears and says "No Music".) It was also a bit of a peace offering since Sean was telling Rachel about our previous noise problems, mimicking the neighbors mom screaming for him to turn the music down, while walking out the front door, at exactly the moment the guy and eight of his friends passed our door. Uncomfortable...We hope he didn't understand the accent.
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