Titles can be misleading. Everyone has been recommending (and by everyone I mean random people on Pinterest I don't even know who have been deciding my most recent culinary endeavors) this recipe called "I want to marry you" cookies. I have decided that the title is missing an important piece. I am choosing to call these cookies "I want to marry you quick because pretty soon all of the butter in this recipe will go to my hips and then you won't want to marry me anymore" cookies.
The butter that left it's shiny trace on each fingertip was a gentle reminder that while these cookies contained oatmeal, they are a negative five on the health scale. It is recipes like these that make me excited to get old because when I am old and retired with my own little bakery, I plan on eating whatever I want. Ice cream for breakfast. Everyday. For lunch too. Maybe dinner. I deserve to celebrate each breath I continue to take, and I plan on celebrating with tons of the things I said no to while eating my greens in my 20's when it mattered. I think I need a Pinboard reserved for the recipes I will make for myself when I am 80 and there is zero hope for me ever having a six pack. I'm not going to say that I won't enjoy a salad or two when I am older, but my rigid diet will not be a priority. I will eat what I want when I want and lick the plate when I finish. I will make many much "I want to marry you" cookies drenched in butter and own at least 5 ice cream makers to ensure that I have a wealth of ice cream selections available to me at all times.
Among the many things I dream about doing when I'm old like opening my own bakery and having brightly colored sweat suits for doing Jazzercize, I am excited to grow old with someone. I may let go of nutrition and adopt ice cream as my sole nutrient but love is something that will not be relinquished. Bouquets, letters and sweet moments walking hand in hand will crescendo into a beautiful symphony of romance as we get old and prune-y together. It will be beautiful. So, I wait for the days of my frozen dairy diet and watch God's plan unfold in the process, enjoy every rabbit meal I nibble at and smell the flowers delivered to me today with the scent bright promises.
"And we know that in all things, God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose." Romans 8:28
So can we set a date on when we will be officially old enough to not care about our diet anymore? I will write it on my google calendar...maybe have a countdown app?
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