My husband and daughter love cookies. You could pretty much call them cookie monsters. It seems like every other week or so I hear the monsters roar. First the little one begins, “Are we going to make some cookies Daddy?” So, Daddy goes and checks the pantry for ingredients and then roars back to the little one. “Yes, we can make cookies!” And before you know it, I hear drawers and cabinets open and close, cookie sheets clanging, and the…