These cookies are the result of taking the bowl and mixer upstairs to my bedroom to blend the dough. Since our townhouse is basically a shoebox and the kitchen, dining area and living room are all one space, there was no way I was going to risk waking Jacob from his nap. When he was a newborn, he slept through anything (even Aunt Becky dropping a pan out of the fridge) but now he is much more aware of his surroundings. Desperate times call for desperate measures. And I really needed a cookie. -Nikki