Good grief, someone actually thought it was a good idea to make a holiday out of eating cookie dough. Don’t get me wrong, in my time I’ve barreled my way through plenty of chocolate chip cookie dough (and isn’t that what most of us think of when it comes to eating the gooey stuff?). My brother used to make cookies just to eat the dough, and then he’d leave the baking to me. Well, that was the idea, anyway.
So today, let’s celebrate one really bad–and potentially dangerous–habit. I’m only going to dream of the stuff, but someday I’ll make that dream come true.