A few weeks ago my husband lost one of the keys to his car. He had a spare, but was a bit concerned because he had recently (twice) locked his keys in his car (once with the car running). We have those keys that you are not supposed to be able to lock your keys in the car…they lied. Anybody that came into contact with my husband during this week of missing key (let’s call it KeyGate) got to hear about the missing key. Our toddler was questioned thoroughly each day. Even the baby was consulted regarding the missing key.
When I married my husband, I already knew he was a good friend, a hard worker, an intense gamer. And he had the perfect crooked smile. What I didn’t know was he was such a family man.
I got my first impression of it when we, as newlyweds, went to visit his Mamaw and Great Aunt Nell. We spent a lovely 4 days with them. We played games, sat and talked, shared meals and created memories with them. And as we pulled out of town, he said, “We should have stayed longer.”
I got a larger glimpse of it when he got a call from Texas saying his father had a stroke while on vacation. He fought through tears and immediately booked us a flight to be there with his dad. We got there and shared a few brief days with his dad and mom, just being there, just talking, just smiling.
Then God handed us a peek of “fatherhood” with the news of a baby! My husband was nervous, excited, and a little nervous (yes, I said that twice). We found out quickly that this baby would not be for us to hold in our hands, but rather in our hearts. That day our world had a small crack in it, but he was not shaken. He was a rock, he was patient, he accepted it as from the Lord (and he wept). He stood next to me as I shook with tears at church almost every Sunday after that for months.
Since we live in the desert of Southern California, I am happy that today’s recipe did not require me to turn on the stove, oven, or microwave. We are still in the 100’s around here and with the extra pregnancy pounds, it can get pretty hot in this kitchen!!
So, to add to our stockpile today, I made Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough in Daddy and Baby sizes. (I don’t have a medium size scoop or we could call them the 3 little bears cookies). D is so funny about dessert: he doesn’t like very many of them. So when he does like something, I really try to make it for him as a special treat. When planning to do the September Stockpile, I figured he would like to have some cookie dough on hand. But I also thought it would be nice to be able to have fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies for G for snacks on cool (hopefully soon) fall afternoons! Here is the recipe I use:
Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough:
- 3/4 c. butter, softened
- 3/4 c. sugar
- 3/4 c. brown sugar, packed
- 2 eggs
- 1 and 1/2 tsp. vanilla
- 2 and 1/4 c. all-purpose flour
- 1 tsp. baking soda
- 3/4 tsp. salt
- 1 pkg. (12 oz.) semisweet chocolate chips
- Beat butter and sugars in a large mixing bowl until creamy. Add eggs and vanilla, blend in very well.
- Combine flour, baking soda, and salt in a bowl; gradually add to butter mixture, beating well.
- Stir in chocolate chips.
To freeze: Use desired scoop to make evenly sized portions and drop spoonfuls onto a large baking sheet lined with paper. Flash freeze in freezer for 2-3 hours. Transfer to freezer storage bags.
To use from frozen: D will just eat these after letting them thaw for a few minutes. But to bake them: let thaw overnight in fridge. Bake at 350 F for 8-14 minutes on lightly greased cookie sheets. Let cool on wire racks.
Today’s Freezer Cooking Tip: When planning on doing a batch (or two) of a recipe consider different ways to break it down to freeze. You might consider taking an entrée dish and splitting it up if you have a smaller family or making one large side dish item and breaking it into a few different containers to have the side dish on hand for a few meals. Today, I made large and small cookie dough scoops based on the needs/wants of our family; and it didn’t take any extra time to double the batch.
This month marks the 8th wedding anniversary for my husband and me. I still look back over the road the Lord led us down to find each other and I marvel at His creativity. We have a very long love story but my favorite part of it is that we were friends first.
I know a lot of people say, “We were friends first,” but we were truly friends from the very first time we met with no hidden agendas, no maybe someday longings, just simply two people who thought the other was cool enough to hang out with and laugh with.
But one day, on a day that God ordained long before we ever met, four years after we had become friends and two years since we had seen each other, I decided to take the 2 hour trip down to hang out and watch movies. I needed some serious de-stress time and knew that my buddy Drew could help me out with that.
When we stepped out of our cars to meet each other in the Rite Aid parking lot, our lives changed forever. It was as if God tapped me on the shoulder and said, “There he is.” And God did the same for Drew. We fell in love that March 6th day eight years ago and got married a short six months later.
So, as I reminisce about that on a regular basis I am still in awe of the way that God had planned our lives to run parallel, then intersect and then become one. It takes my breath away that I get to live my life with my best friend!
I found this piece of artwork (at the top of this post) last night and I impulse ordered it. I am not sure where it will go in the house (my office and the dining room are top contenders at the moment) but I just had to have it. It is the story of us told in eight simple words…how perfect!
Oh, and since I was in the romantic mood, I had to stop myself from also purchasing these: