When I pulled in the driveway last night, the girl who lives two houses down came over with the cookie dough she had talked me into buying a couple of months ago.
She was selling magazines and cookie dough to raise money for her school's class trip, and while I really didn't want to buy anything, I could totally empathize, because I remember having to go door-to-door selling boxes of fruit for the marching band, and it royally sucked. Plus, I had already turned down her little brother when he came around selling entertainment books, so I was feeling kind of guilty.
So anyway, the cookie dough landed last night, and natch, the first thing I did was grab a spoon. "Rocky Road Surprise" was the dough I had ordered, and I kind of figured the "surprise" was that three pounds of dough cost fourteen bucks. I dug in, and man, that stuff was good. I stood at the counter, staring into space and shoveling in the cookie dough, as vague thoughts of salmonella flitted through my mind.
And then I started reading the container, and guess what? One cookie has a hundred and thirty calories.
I think I had downed about a thousand calories' worth of dough before I read that little tidbit.
Surprise!
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Rocky Road dough?? I need that. Pronto! We recently got out cookie dough delivery that we bought from a friend's kid. It was very mediocre. That wasn't a nice surprise. Glad yours was!...aside from the calories.
I made myself promise that I wouldn't eat any more dough until it actually made it into the cookie stage. We'll see how long that promise lasts. The dough is calling my name ......
Good Lord! I didn't know you could eat the dough. I thought it had to be cooked or something?
Well, TECHNICALLY it's supposed to be cooked, but I've never let that get between me and a little cookie dough .....
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