How Eli Got His Groove Back

Well, after some sleepless nights and a whole lotta pep talks from Kira (including the nice tribute below this post), I tried again! Thanks to all of you who fasted and prayed on my behalf. Nobody told me about it, but I’m sure a lot of you did, because it paid off. I baked the cookies and they actually turned out edible this time!

That’s not to say I did not run into my share of snags. First of all, I got baking and when it came time to add the flour, I was about 4 cups short! I mean, I scraped the bottom of the container and there was no flour left in the house. As I flashbacked to last week and my left eye began twitching while I broke into a hot sweat, Kira said, “Didn’t you have some in the freezer?” Oh yeah.

So I fished that out of the freezer, mixed it in and got the perfect consistency in the dough and prepared for the icing on the cake (as it were. But in this case, it wasn’t at all. In fact, it was the chocolate chips in the dough).

I must have nearly passed out this time when I saw that we had one bag of regular chocolate chips and one bag of mini-chocolate chips. I could feel my hair turning grey as I searched through the cupboards for one more bag of chocolate chips. I queried my brothers to no avail. I even ran to a fellow baker in the ward, but found that she was fresh out. She assured me that the mini-chocolate chips would be fine and I began to believe her. But, just like buyer’s remorse, by the time I had walked home, I was in a panic again. I tried one last time with our next-door neighbors and, finally, the chocolate chip cookie gods smiled upon me, for they had half a bag of milk chocolate chips and half a bag of semi-sweet. Praise be to Cookie Monster (I figure he’s got to be one of the cookie gods)!

After a whole lot of baking, they came out very nicely. I think I just might recover from last week.

That, in combination with some other happenings today, made for a great Father’s Day. Kira, against all my protests, made me a delicious breakfast of bacon and æbleskivers (a Ricks family tradition). Avey and Kira let me sleep in a little extra, and I even got a nap today! I’ll tell you, I can get spoiled pretty easily. A little sleep and a lot of chocolate, and I’m happy as a clown.