Today I read an article about E. Coli found in raw cookie dough and an outbreak of that disease which occurred in the United states in 2009.
Well, shit. There goes another good thing.
Why do all the good things have to be bad for you?
Eating raw cookie dough is one of life’s little joys, and while it may be that the blobs you pull off that long, cylinder of greatness, can be directly applied to your thighs, it is one of the vices I indulge in a couple of times a year. Thighs non-withstanding.
You know, those days when you put on the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice…and sigh that maybe there’s a Mr Darcy out there for you…and then you look down and there’s no more cookie dough for cookies because you ate it all between episode 3 and four when he proposes for the first time…so you have to go and buy some more?
You know what I’m talking about. Don’t pretend like you don’t.
I’ve always been told that you shouldn’t eat raw cookie dough. But I always did it anyway. It’s like knowing that getting blackout drunk is not good for your brain…what is word….cells?
It’s like knowing that you shouldn’t have a scalding hot shower in winter as it dries out your skin.
It’s like knowing that going to bed with wet hair can get you sick.
It’s like knowing you shouldn’t sleep in your makeup, but you’re already in bed and the bathroom is over there.
It’s like knowing you shouldn’t pick up that 3 am call from your ex, but maybe he really does just want to talk.
Eating raw cookie dough is the tip of the iceberg. There are plenty of things which are bad for us but that we do regardless. Life can’t be lived if you pay too much attention to coloring inside the lines.
And besides, what’s the worst thing that could happen if you DID get E. Coli…?
What else is eating raw cookie dough like?