Anyone that has been to our condo has seen the very shady quickee mart right next to our condo complex. Is that what you'd call it? Apartment complex...condo complex...it works. Anyway, in the little over a year that we've lived here, I have never been to it. On purpose. It has bars on the windows, and it looks like the kind of place that really might need them. That doesn't say much for where we live, but what can you expect from Ogden, Utah? This city doesn't have a very good reputation. But hey, it's better than West Valley, right? Ok, non-Utahns are not getting my story, so I'll get to the point.
Anyway, I decided to make some mint chocolate chip brownies cause I'm a bit bored (Matt has been gone since maybe before six am [not really sure, I was still sleeeeeeping], and it's almost 10pm). I mixed up everything, then realized I had no eggs. I thought about seeing how brownies would turn out without the one, lone egg, but decided the potential of these brownies was far too yummy to waste. I once heard that mixes (cake, brownie, etc.) would be able to include the egg, and all you'd have to do was put in the water, but people wanted to feel like they were really making it, so the cake companies left the egg out. I did not appreciate that tonight. I knew the whole time that I could just walk next door, but that is something I avoided at all costs. It's ok to send Matt over three times in like 10 minutes (been there, done that), but it's not ok for me to go one time. I could get raped, shot, groped! Maybe groping is too much in the same category as rape. I could wait for Matt to get some on the way home since it's not like he has done enough today. But I decided my brownies were the most important thing, by far ranking over my chastity.
So I found one dollar in my wallet and knew I'd find another dollar on the floor of my closet. I see that dollar every day and think to myself, "I should pick that up sometime. It could be helpful." And you know what? It really was. Kinda.
I journeyed next door, found my eggs, and realized I was about 45 cents short. Really? Eggs are that much? Yes, that's the reason I prayed that Bob Barker wouldn't call me on down when we were at The Price is Right. So I had to leave. I could've chosen not to go back, but I was brave.
I went back. I conquered. I baked.