Just a cup of brown sugar, or so I thought.

Well yesterday was Sunday and considering I spent all of 7 whole minutes at my house during daylight hours on Saturday I was looking forward to my day of rest.



At church the testimonies were awesome and we somehow managed to muddle through my Sunday School lesson. Then in Relief Aunt Randy gave a great lesson, per her usual spirit filled fashion. I drove the lovely family home and fell asleep before I ever even changed clothes. Finally crashing for a few hours can put you in the mood for some pretty random things and my crave of the day was chocolate chip cookies. When I finally got up around 3:00pm Binky (Jarah) and Kristina had made their way over to the house for a visit. I love that little one so much. Daddy cooked us a splendid supper while Jarah and I washed the dishes. We ate together, enjoying each others company and the lazy Sunday afternoon. Kristina and Mama were working on something for her couch, still not really sure what, and I decided on chocolate chip cookies. Kristina makes the best chocolate chip cookies. I can cook real food and I am actually pretty good at it but the other stuff, you know that actually goes IN the oven, is all Kristina and Arminda. She agreed to cook them for if I would gather all the ingredients. So after much turmoil, I got everything together for her and discovered that we were short about 1/4 cup brown sugar. So what is a girl to do on a Sunday, no shopping and half the world asleep? Yep, I called grandma. She always has everything a girl could ask for! I went for brown sugar and came away with everything from sound laundry advice to exactly who to marry and when, not to mention our detour into the old southern slave trade and the attached family history on the subject. After spending all day with her and grandpa in Tifton at the square dance exhibition on Saturday I thought she had told me everything I needed to hear, for a few days anyway, but I was wrong. What started as a quick 7:00 pm run for a cup of brown sugar ended as a 9:00 pm heart to heart with one of my favorite women in the world and the subsequent 10:00 batch of hot, soft chocolate chip cookies. I cant decide which I enjoyed better. I still sit here munching on cookies and thinking over the things that sweet woman shared with me, a sometimes lost little girl that she cares for so much I can feel it even thousands of miles away. Sometimes we may think that our grandparents are old, and they are, or crazy, and mine are, but all of the time I know how much I am loved and where I can go for a cup of brown sugar and anything else I need, those that I go looking for and those that I find along the way. I hope you all have someone to go to for your sugar needs, if you don't I now have a five pound bag, so come see me and I promise you will go home with a whole lot more!



~AzK~