Sibling Rivalry with Gluten Free Chocolate Chip Cookies

             I have two brothers. John, the older one, and I played together pretty well up until the ages of about 7 and 9. That's basically when I started annoying the crap out of him and he started poking fun at me for everything. Our tickle fights usually ended with me in tears and John seeking out the first aid kit to repair his battle wounds.I would tear into his flesh with my nails.  James, my younger brother, was much easier. He and I played dress-up. There was a downside to his youth and that was an over-abundance of energy, which annoyed not only me, but John as well.  

John and I were like cats and dogs and the hi-jinks and shenanigans were endless. For example, one time I was preparing to dig into a bowl of ice cream and I was putting the ice cream back in the freezer John dumped a bunch of salt on my frozen treat! It was gross and I couldn't eat it. Not to be outdone, I tried to get him back. When the time came for me to exact my revenge, I was so sneaky. My heart was racing and my pits were sweating as I grabbed the salt and shook as much as I could all over his newly scooped bowl of ice cream. It felt so exhilarating! I watched intently as he took his first bite, then he took a second bite, then a third and before I knew it he had finished the whole bowl. I asked him in a sly sing-song way, “so how was your ice cream?” He said it tasted fine! After explaining how I'd gotten him back he shrugged his shoulders and said he couldn't taste it. Gaaaa! My plan was a dud. And by the way, how could he not have tasted all that salt?? What a weirdo.

Salty ice cream aside, the story that gets me every time is when John and his friends tried to pull the old-school "tickle your face with shaving cream in your hand while sleeping" trick. One morning when two of my friends and I were out in the living room sleeping, I woke up to John trying to get me to smash shaving cream in my face. That’s right, he had put shaving cream in my hand and was tickling my nose with a feather. Luckily, I scratched my nose by rubbing it with the back of my hand. He then proceeded to plop shaving cream in my friends face because “she wanted him to”. As usual, every shenanigan elicits more tom foolery. To get back at him, the next night my friend and I went into his room and squirted tooth paste on his door handle, (seriously just thinking about it is making me laugh) the guard rail on his bunk bed, and a pile on the floor next to the door. So when he woke up he grabbed the rail then stepped in the pile while also grabbing the door handle! It was so awesome. His hands and feet were covered in minty tooth paste! Ah, sweet victory.

So with that back story fresh in your brain we come to food. Our dear mother loves to do all sorts of fun stuff but she will be the first to admit that cooking is one of her least favorite activities. She taught us how to cook and let us in on many of the cool, insightful tricks of the culinary trade. But many times, especially on the weekends, John and I were in charge of making dinner. We got really good at making cookies and muffins. When we were first learning how to bake those tasty treats, we made them and ate them together (dad usually helped us with the eating part), it was a super special time.

The usual shenanigans ensued between John and I as we embarked on our journey of baking in the kitchen: he gets two cookies, I only get one; I hide the dough, he tickles me; he pours syrup on my head, I put cookie dough in his shoes -like I said, the usual. The hilarious thing now is that John is my editor so these stories have been somewhat neutralized.

We started getting along again, once he moved out and went to college. Same goes for James, we are great friends as long as we aren't in the same house (that's probably true for many siblings).

Through it all, I still love making cookies from scratch and now that I have a husband with special tummy needs it gives me a fun challenge to make tasty treats that he can eat as well. This task is quite difficult since he can’t eat flour or sugar. So here it is the chocolate chip cookie recipe with some changes to it so that anyone can enjoy them! Well, mostly everyone.

To start beat your softened butter with the maple syrup and coconut sugar until it is smooth and creamy.

Then add your egg, vanilla, baking soda and salt and beat together. (I added baking powder as well as baking soda to mine and this gave me a more cake like consistency once baked.

Now it is time to add your flours! Again beat until smooth. 

A thought about chocolate chips: for someone like Justin who is sensitive to processed sugar dark chocolate is the best. I am using mini chocolate chips here because, even though there is not that much chocolate as a whole because of the size of chips, they get everywhere through out the dough ensuring you are getting some chocolate with every bite.  

I like using baby spoons to make dough balls because their size is perfect. 

Use parchment paper or a silpat for amazing baking results! Bake for 10 to 12 minutes at 375 degrees. 

Use parchment paper or a silpat for amazing baking results! Bake for 10 to 12 minutes at 375 degrees. 

Enjoy with your siblings or other people in your life who you have a rivalry with! Served best with milk and revenge! ha ha ha!!!


           1/3 cup of coconut sugar

           1/3 cup of 100% Maple syrup

           1 stick of butter (1/4 lb)

           1 egg

           1/2 tsp baking soda

           1/4 tsp of salt

           1/2 tsp of vanilla

           1/2 cup of mini chocolate chips or 3/4 cups of regular sized chips,                               depends on your sensitivity

           1 1/4 cups of Gluten Free Flour (I used 1 cup of Bob's Red Mill G.F. flour and 1/4 cup of coconut flour. This combination worked really well.