When I die, I’m fairly certain it will be from salmonellosis. And soon.
I have personally ingested more raw cookie dough in my 25 years than all the children you know combined. My mother constantly yelled at me when I was little for getting into it. In my defense, my mother owned a cake business and it’s ridiculous to let your child help and not expect them to lick every leftover bowl.
It was the fun part.
The awesome thing is that I’m all grown up now and I can have raw cookie dough whenever I want it. I’ve been known to bake entire batches of brownies, and cookies, – even an entire cake – simply to eat the batter and dough. Don’t get me wrong – it’s not bad when it comes out of the oven, but I really prefer it prior.
The problem seems to be that I’ve slowly changed my method from cleaning the well-scraped bowl to blatantly picking up entire gobs of it at a time. I made an enormous container of chocolate chip cookies last night and managed to eat 5 baked cookies and close to their equal weight in raw cookie dough.
And it was delicious.
I think the only way to stop myself is to stop baking altogether. There’s no resisting the powerful call of sugary, raw beauty. Quite frankly, I suck at resistance. But I really don’t want to stop because I just love baking so darn much. Making cookies is one of the most therapeutic activities I can possible conjure. All the ingredients are simple and delicious, the recipe is easy, you can mix it with your hands, and everyone loves them. Baking cookies tends to all my major needs. Just one batch of cookies provides a myriad of benefits:
- satisfies my craving for chocolate
- makes me feel like I’m doing something productive
- gives me something to show Dave I lurve him
- have a backup gift or host’s gift ready at all times
- gives me a reason to listen to rock out to music between batches
- provides a killer arm workout by hand mixing cold sticks of butter
- improves my sense of time lapse by not setting a timer and trying to “feel” when they are done
- is a great chance to eat a startling amount of cookie dough
How can I possible resist making them when there are so many positive outcomes?
So if I don’t post tomorrow morning, it’s safe to assume I’ve been hospitalized for symptoms of salmonellosis. I’ll update as soon as I can convince the nurse I have a successful blog to maintain.
It might be a while. ♣