Hello. My name is Lacie Nezbeth and I'm addicted to...cookie dough. Yes, you heard that correctly. Not the cookies, just the dough.
I've always loved to bake. When I was little my mom used to allow me to lick the batter off the beaters whenever she made cookies, which wasn't very often. It was a special treat which completely sealed my fate. Then as I got older, I began to purchase the Toll House cookie dough log and literally ate chunks out of it while watching movies or reading. Anytime really.
There is just something comforting and scrumptious about the texture - soft and thick from the butter and flour and somewhat grainy from the sugar and salt. I just love it! I'm completely hooked.
I no longer buy the logs. Now I have Toll House's chocolate chip cookie recipe down to a science. I can have fresh baked cookies in under twenty minutes - and more importantly the dough!
The down side to this little addiction of mine is (a.) I am eating a worrisome amount of raw egg, (b.) I am passing along questionable habits to my very impressionable kids, (c.) my cookie sheets haven't had time to dry in between my dishwasher cycles and (d.) I'm beginning to worry about my waistline.
However, I'm afraid none of those reasons will deter me from licking the bowl.
Does anyone out there share my love of cookie dough? What is your guilty pleasure? And when do you find yourself needing it?