Why Does it Feel SOO Good to Be Bad?

Sunday afternoon. I had just gotten home from church and decided to make some cookies for a couple of women in my church.

"Josh! Will you help me?" I ask my husband batting my eyes sheepishly at him.

Ugh he grunted as he slowly sauntered into the kitchen. I handed him the premade cookie dough still in it's sausage like package, and a knife.

"Go to town slick!" I hollared behind me as I happily skipped out of the kitchen.

Several minutes passed and the vicarious smell of raw cookie dough and chocolate chips finally beckoned me into our tiny disaster of a kitchen.

It was strange what happened next. I'm not sure I can correclty relay back what happened to me. It was as if some being inside my inner guts screamed a scream of pure desire.

"CHOCOLATE!!!!!

I picked Josh up and threw him across the apartment. His weak self hit the wall and slowly slid down into the comfort of our couch. He landed as if he had purposefully postitioned himself with his head propped and feet elevated. He even had his handy Sudoku puzzle in his left hand and a pencil in his right.

When I turned back to the precious dough sliced up into 24 small little segments, that screaming demon crawled his way out and through the image of my own self began feeding me large quantities of this coveted treat.

You know that feeling you get when something so decadent hits your tongue you just want to sigh in the back of your throat? The richness melts on your tongue and melts your entire body into a soggy mess of goodness? The salty sweet pinch of the raw dough did just that to me.

Smacking my lips, licking my fingers (lets be honest, entire hands) I felt such relief. Such satisfaction.

And then I remembered.

"J O S H U A ! ! !..." I whip quickly around, rage seeping out of every pore of my body. "You ate all the cookies!"

"HA!" was the only response I was gifted with.

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So truth be told I did eat too much cookie dough Sunday night, and reeped the benefits later that evening. I did however have enough batter left to make a couple plates of cookies that I handed out. I hope my visiting teaching* ladies enjoyed them! It was with great difficulty that they recieved any in the first place! haha!

*Visiting teaching is something the women of my church (The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints) do to help fellowship and befriend one another. This helps us meet the needs of every sister/ family in our Ward. (Ward: This is a term we use for the time slot a small demographic area meets. There are too many people to meet at once, so we are split off into groups by where we live.)