Here’s how you know you’re moving.

Well, first of all, Bear Lake was beautiful. Perfect sunny skies, sparkling blue water, best raspberries I’ve had in a year…good times.

So here’s how you know you’re moving:

I like to make some kind of treat every Sunday night. It’s a tradition from growing up that I think is fun, so we do it. Plus, I tell myself that this is my treat for the week. (yeah, right)

The past few weeks, we’ve been pretty into peanut butter no-bakes. We’ve also been trying to avoid buying food and just use up what we have, to lighten it up a bit when we move everything.

So last night, I went to start the no-bakes, and what do I find, but only 1 cup of white sugar left on the shelf. No-bakes take 2 cups of white sugar. They’re a real health food. I have brown sugar and contemplate using that.

Mark was going to the neighbors’ real quick anyway and I thought about actually for the first time in my life, literally borrowing a cup of sugar.

But then I see we have no milk.

“Can we ask them for sugar and milk?”

“Why don’t we just ask them to make us some cookies?”

So I tell Mark, no worry, I’ll just bake us some peanut butter cookies. Oven style. And he leaves.

But then, no eggs.

“What can I use as an egg replacement?” I ask the inside back cover of my red and white plaid cookbook.

It replies, “2 egg whites, or 2 egg yolks, or egg substitute.”

Smart a**.

Like someone who didn’t have eggs in the house would go to the inside back cover of their trusty cookbook to learn that egg substitute can be used in the place of eggs.

So I just whipped up the dough, eggless, and called it good. That’s one way to feel good about eating cookie dough…amiright?