Chocolate Chip Cookies

Emily had the opportunity to make a little money for Young Women Camp. A good friend asked if she would bake 4 dozen chocolate chip cookies so her husband could give them to his home teaching families. She was happy to do it.

Tonight, during dinner Emily randomly said, "We can never get rid of our oven."

"What?" I said, thinking I somehow missed something important she said earlier.

"We can never get rid of our oven. Our cookies are 'famous' because we have such a good oven. They won't be the same if we got rid of our oven."

"What if we move? What would we do then?"

"Why, we'd take the oven with us, of course."

"What if it doesn't fit in the opening of the new house?"

"We would MAKE it fit."

She was quiet for a couple of minutes. "Maybe it's the pans we use. Maybe the pans are the secret to our cookies."

"Maybe," I replied.

"We should do an experiment. We should make our cookies and then take our pans over to another house and bake them. If they turn out like always, we know it's our pans. If they don't, we know it's our oven."

I reminded her that her sisters have the same pans that we do. All we need to do is ask them if their cookies turn out the same way.

"But, are their pans EXACTLY the same?"

"I think so."

"Are they the SAME age?"

"Of course not. We gave them their pans when they left home."

"Then, we still won't know if it's the pans or the oven."

Sigh.

OK, darling daughters, if you are reading this let me know if your cookies are as good as the ones you remember from living at home. Maybe it IS the oven. Or maybe it IS the pans. Or maybe its both. We may have to pray that our oven never breaks!