A little piece of Heaven.

There I was, saying something in jibberish to Tom, when the phrase "Splah Dee Dah" came out of my mouth. Immediately my mind connected it to the phrase "La Dee Da" which made me think of a store that we pass on the way to my parents' home in Highland.

I don't really know what the store is, but I've always assumed it was a bakery (I just looked it up, it's a catering service.) Well, as soon as my brain thought of "La Dee Da" which made me think of bakeries, I thought of Paradise Bakery. Within the .04 seconds that this train of thoughts occurred, a tiny droplet of drool fell from my mouth. Paradise Bakery, you see, is home of my favorite sugar cookie. Ever. Bar None. Seriously, I salivate every time the thought of that white, golden goodness passes from one synapse to the other.



After the drool, the words "Cookie me want badly so much now" came out of my mouth. Tom looked at me confused, but it wasn't long before he realized that I had somehow, yet again, traced my thoughts back to Paradise Bakery. It's quite a talent, actually. Pretty much any thought can lead my brain back to their sugar cookies.

Take, for example, the thought "I need to get my oil changed" (which I really do).

This is how the brain of Robin works:

I need to get my oil changed.
So my car drives the way it is supposed to.
So I can drive to Paradise Bakery (there is one in American Fork now...)
So I can have a SUGAR COOKIE!
SUGAR COOKIE!

And drool.

Or maybe the phrase: I heard the cow outside my window "moo" today (which I did).

I heard the cow outside my window "moo" today.
There are 35 letters in that sentence.
35, divided by 5 equals 7.
It takes about 7 minutes to get to Paradise Bakery.
Where I can have a sugar cookie!
SUGAR COOKIE!

And drool.


The problem with Paradise Bakery, however, is that they ask for ridiculous amounts of money for one single cookie. I could eat forty. Five. Thousand. Plus six more. That equals more money that I currently have. (I know, odd for a teacher... of dance... at a church school.) And to drive out for just ONE cookie seems like such an ordeal (not that I haven't done it before). Lucky for both my wallet and my waistline, I am usually able to talk myself out of said excursion. ("Oh, Robin" I will tell myself, "I'm pretty sure they make those things out of rat tails and puppy hearts. You don't need one... right now.") I was in the process of this self-help jargon when a giant big light bulb went off in my brain!

(Giant big light blub went off in my brain.
Brains are gray.
Geese are gray.
Cheese is not gray.
Paradise Bakery!
Sugar cookie!
SUGAR COOKIE!

and drool.)

Genius struck!

In hurried diligence I began my research. I left no stone uncovered, no road untraveled, no website left alone. I searched until I found it. And then! And then! And THEN DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!?!?!?!!

(are you excited yet?)

I FOUND IT!

The recipe.

For the cookies.

And I tried it.

And it was good.

So good.

So very, very good.

And drool.



In the end, our heroine (that's me), made a half batch of the most wonderful cookies in the world! (And only a half batch because, let's be honest, you know I would eat the entire batch myself, especially because Tom's not a big sugar cookie eater.) Twelve cookies for the price of 1/10 of the actual Paradise Bakery variety. And I'm here to tell you, it's just as good.

(P.S. I would just like to pat myself on the back because at the time of this blog writing, I have only had ONE of my twelve cookies. Thank you.)

(Okay, now I've had two.)