the marriage of an undomestic

My day was just made. 

Let me give you a little context.

In the midst of all of the hooey that I mentioned in my last post, tomorrow I have a business trip in OKC. To make up for all of the brownies, cookies, smore bars, etc. that our OKC coworkers haven't gotten to consume, I decided to make cinnamon rolls. But not just any cinnamon rolls. They would have to be Pioneer Woman's cinnies, partially because I am ruined and cannot eat any other cinnies anymore. This week, I made some verbal commitments to make them so I wouldn't back out at the last minute.

Fast forward to tonight, when it was actually time to get to cookin'. My parents invited us to a benefit dinner for clean wells in Africa, and we didn't get home until 10:00 pm. Upon arriving at my house, I discovered that I didn't have whole milk, and my skim milk in the fridge had expired yesterday. I'd just put on my PJs, but a trip to the store was no big. I got home and began the first process. Then I discovered that my second required yeast packet had mysteriously disappeared and my spirits were deflated.

Deciding it wasn't worth another trip to the store, I sprinkled the packet on my milk mixture and tweeted The Pioneer Woman frantically. I added my flour half-heartedly, breaking the cardinal rule of precise measuring because it wasn't going to rise anyway! JT and I turned on American Idol while I prayed my dough would rise. And when I came back to my computer, I found this:

I screamed, jumped up and down...and immediately wished I hadn't messed up my dough. JT was excited for me. He has pretty much every recipe in her cookbook bookmarked and knows how big of a deal this was to me, the girl who once (only half seriously) suggested to him that I drive an hour, show up in Pioneer Woman's hometown, and ask her to meet me in a random location to sign my cookbook. I would NEVER do that, now would I?

Still giving my altered dough time to rise, so we will see how they bake and hope for the best! I will keep you updated.