...but should be entitled: helping with the raw cookie dough. I am not so much fond of cookies, but tend to show much partiality to cookie dough. Have been known (though no one knew about it till I am right now confessing:) to buy a package of chocolate chip cookie dough from the refrigerated foods section and squirrel it away in the bottom of the fridge. And eat each little pre-cut cube one by one, slowly consuming the whole package without ever heating up the oven. Saving the time and trouble of having to wash the baking pan, right?
Once, on a Sunday afternoon, when I was a teenager, growing up in south GA.,long long ago, and far far away: a cousin and a friend and I ate a whole chub of cookie dough. The long plastic covered pack they used to package the dough in, before someone thought to make it in single serve size cubes. Similar to how you see bulk sausage packaged now. We were supposed to be going to youth group/MYF meeting at the local Methodist church. And went to the grocery store and bought cookie dough instead. Spent the hour riding around that little town, passing around the raw dough from front seat to the back and around again. Probably ending up sticky and wired from so much sugar and chocolate.
But hey: if that is the worst thing we could think of for misbehaving - it seems fairly harmless, don't you think? I'm sure someone's mom paid for the gas, and sticky cookie dough. But this was back when gas was probably fifty cents a gallon, and cookie dough could not have been more than a buck.
Pretty cheap form of amusement, is what I am thinking.
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