When I grew up chocolate chips were used for 2 things… and really 2 things only: Chocolate Chip cookies, (made and inhaled in December) or a monster peanut butter fluff sandwich on cheap white bread…sprinkled with the chips: toasted and then years later we moved this concoction to the microwave. All of this an indoor sport of sorts.Enter a moment out of the norm. We seem to thrive on such moments in each family household.On a recent very warm weekend, when company gathered at our son James’ house… the desire for warm gooey cookies won out over sensibility… “sensibility”something that I used to hold as a rule. Amen that such…