Mint Chocolate Chip Cookies

Beach Saturdays. Sunscreen by the gallon. Ryan was on duty at Miramar. Standard week.

Caleb, 8, wants to be a firefighter still. Has not deviated. Hazel, 5, opinions about everything. Has Donna's directness without the diplomacy.

BBQ chicken on the grill. Ryan handled it. He grills, I do everything else.

Megan called from D.C.. We talked twenty minutes. The relationship is better now than it was.

Kids in bed. Dishes done. I sat at the table with a glass of wine and called my mom.

The Friday before-school morning was chaos. Three kids, two backpacks, one missing shoe. We all made it to the bus. I drank cold coffee at nine AM because that's when I sat down. Standard.

Dad called. He has been gardening. He is sending zucchini updates again. The PTSD is managed. He talks more than he used to. He is becoming his own version of healed, which I did not think was possible at fourteen.

Caleb's school had a fundraiser this week. I baked cookies because I always bake cookies. The cookies were the standard chocolate chip. They sold out in twenty minutes. I am the cookie mom of this PTO and I have stopped fighting it.

Ryan went to his counselor Wednesday. He always comes home calmer. I am calm too, just from him being calm. The man Torres was killed with — Ryan calls his wife twice a year on Torres's birthday and the anniversary. The military widows are their own community.

I unpacked another box from storage Tuesday afternoon. Three years on this base and I am still finding things I packed in Twentynine Palms. Military-wife archeology — every box is a layer of geological history. I found a ceramic dish from Lejeune still wrapped in newspaper from 2020.

The kitchen counter has a chip in it from someone before us. Some military housing thing. I have stopped asking what. The chip is fine. The whole kitchen is provisional. We are renting from Uncle Sam.

Ryan's friends came over Friday for a beer. I made wings and chips. They demolished both. Standard Marine appetite — they eat like they are still on rations. The kitchen looked like a battlefield by the end. They cleaned up. Marines clean up. Donna would have been impressed.

My therapy session was Tuesday. We talked about the deployment cycle and the way the body holds dread and the ways the body holds it. The hour passed. The work continues. I have been doing this work for years. The work pays.

I made a casserole for a neighbor whose husband is deployed. I dropped it off. She cried. I told her, eat the casserole, baby. The food is the saying. The casserole was a mostly-frozen tater-tot situation that took fifteen minutes of effort and six months of practice to perfect.

The military spouses' Facebook group had a small drama this week. Two women fighting over the playgroup schedule. I muted notifications and cooked dinner. Some weeks the group is the lifeline. Some weeks it is the source of unnecessary stress. The skill is knowing which week you're in.

Donna sent a recipe card in the mail this week. She has been doing this for years. The recipes go in the binder. The binder is full. The newest one is for a green bean casserole that uses fresh green beans and fried shallots and which I will absolutely make for the next holiday.

I went for a walk Sunday morning before the kids got up. Half an hour. The fog was burning off. I needed it. Some weeks I get the walk in. Some weeks I don't. The week tells me which.

The chocolate chip cookies sold out in twenty minutes at the fundraiser, which was gratifying and also a little exhausting, because now the bar is set. I’ve been thinking about doing a mint variation for the next one — same reliable dough, same crowd-pleasing result, but with that cool mint edge that makes them feel a little less standard. Donna would probably send me a recipe card about it. I’m getting there first.

Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 12 min | Total Time: 27 min | Servings: 24 cookies

Ingredients

2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, softened
3/4 cup granulated sugar
3/4 cup packed light brown sugar
2 large eggs
1 tsp pure vanilla extract
1 tsp pure peppermint extract
2 cups semisweet chocolate chips
2–3 drops green food coloring (optional)

Instructions

Preheat oven. Heat oven to 375°F. Line two baking sheets with parchment paper.
Whisk dry ingredients. In a medium bowl, whisk together flour, baking soda, and salt. Set aside.
Cream butter and sugars. In a large bowl, beat softened butter, granulated sugar, and brown sugar together with a hand or stand mixer on medium speed until light and fluffy, about 2–3 minutes.
Add eggs and extracts. Beat in eggs one at a time, then add vanilla and peppermint extracts. Add green food coloring if using, and mix until evenly combined.
Incorporate dry ingredients. Reduce mixer speed to low and gradually add the flour mixture, mixing just until no dry streaks remain. Do not overmix.
Fold in chocolate chips. Stir in chocolate chips by hand with a spatula until evenly distributed.
Portion dough. Drop rounded tablespoons of dough onto prepared baking sheets, spacing them about 2 inches apart.
Bake. Bake for 10–12 minutes, until edges are set and lightly golden but centers still look slightly underdone. They will firm up as they cool.
Cool. Let cookies cool on the baking sheet for 5 minutes before transferring to a wire rack. Cool completely before storing or stacking.

Nutrition (per serving)

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