November. The month of Caleb's birthday and Thanksgiving and the specific settling that happens when a tour ends and life resumes.
Caleb turns SEVEN on November 18th. Seven. The boy who wanted to be a firefighter at seven — wait, that's already happened. He's been wanting to be a firefighter since age four. Now he's expanding: firefighter AND marine biologist. The dual career of a child who can't choose between saving people from fires and saving people from sharks.
'Can you be BOTH, Mama?'
'You can be anything, baby.'
'Can I be a shark?'
'...Let's start with firefighter.'
The cookbook is selling extraordinarily well. Sarah reports third printing ordered. The podcast downloads are in the millions. MILLIONS. The word 'millions' attached to something I made in my kitchen feels like a typo.
The podcast has become a ritual — I record every Monday morning when the kids are at school. The kitchen, the microphone, the recipe of the week. Thirty minutes of cooking and talking and being real.
This week's episode: 'The Birthday Pot Roast.' About how Caleb gets pot roast for his birthday dinner every year, the way I got pot roast, the way Mom got pot roast. The birthday tradition. The recipe that says 'you were born and we're glad.'
Made a test cake for Caleb's birthday — the annual project. This year he wants an ocean cake. Blue frosting. Gummy sharks on top. The marine biology cake.
Made Mom's corn chowder tonight. The November transition.
Seven. The ocean cake. The birthday pot roast.
The tradition continues.
November in this house means birthdays and birthday baking — and while the ocean cake with blue frosting and gummy sharks is Caleb’s official centerpiece, the kitchen doesn’t stop there. These Chocolate Chip Sprinkle Cookies came together in a happy, flour-dusted blur the same week I was testing cake layers, because seven years old deserves more than one moment of celebration. Sprinkles are basically a love language, and right now mine is fluent.
Chocolate Chip Sprinkle Cookies
Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 12 min | Total Time: 27 min | Servings: 36 cookies
Ingredients
- 2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
- 1 tsp baking soda
- 1 tsp salt
- 1 cup (2 sticks) unsalted butter, softened
- 3/4 cup granulated sugar
- 3/4 cup packed brown sugar
- 2 large eggs
- 2 tsp pure vanilla extract
- 1 1/2 cups semi-sweet chocolate chips
- 1/2 cup rainbow sprinkles, plus extra for topping
Instructions
- Preheat. Heat your oven to 375°F. Line two baking sheets with parchment paper.
- Whisk dry ingredients. In a medium bowl, whisk together the flour, baking soda, and salt. Set aside.
- Cream butter and sugars. In a large bowl, beat the softened butter with both sugars on medium speed until light and fluffy, about 3 minutes.
- Add eggs and vanilla. Beat in the eggs one at a time, then mix in the vanilla extract until fully combined.
- Combine. Gradually add the flour mixture to the butter mixture, stirring until just combined. Do not overmix.
- Fold in mix-ins. Gently fold in the chocolate chips and 1/2 cup of sprinkles with a spatula until evenly distributed.
- Scoop and top. Drop rounded tablespoons of dough onto the prepared baking sheets, spacing about 2 inches apart. Press a few extra sprinkles onto the top of each cookie.
- Bake. Bake for 10–12 minutes, until the edges are set and just lightly golden. The centers may look slightly underdone — that’s perfect.
- Cool. Let cookies cool on the baking sheet for 5 minutes before transferring to a wire rack. Enjoy warm or at room temperature.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 148 | Protein: 2g | Fat: 7g | Carbs: 20g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 95mg
About the cook who shared this
Rachel Abernathy
Week 499 of Rachel’s 30-year story
· San Diego, California
Rachel is a twenty-eight-year-old Marine wife and mom of two who has moved five times in six years and learned to cook a Thanksgiving dinner with half her cookware still in boxes. She married young, survived postpartum depression, and feeds her family of four on a junior Marine's salary with a freezer full of pre-made meals and a crockpot that has never let her down. She writes for the military spouses who are cooking dinner alone in base housing and wondering if they're enough. You are.