I love making cookies. I love the measuring and the mixing and the dropping by spoonfuls in rows on the shiny cookie sheet. I love the different textures: the fine grains of the white sugar, the moist chunkiness of the brown, the dusty connection of the flour, and the creamy smoothness of the butter. I love the different smells: the Christmas-season scent of vanilla, the exotic aroma of cinnamon, and the romance of chocolate. I love, love, love the results! I love the sweet-smelling house, warm and cozy. I love that everyone comes into the kitchen to taste and talk. I love the happy faces, the chubby cheeks smeared with chocolate, and mouths talking rapidly while hands wave half-eaten cookies as punctuation.