Cookie dough, that is.
And today, cookie dough was my lunch.
Actually there is more to it than that. I made cookie dough specifically to eat if for lunch. Somewhere my mom is frowning and my dad is feeling proud, but don’t worry mom I left the raw egg out because I had no intention taking my dough anywhere near the oven. I am not sure Luke would be surprised by this behavior but I am also pretty sure that he would give me a big eye roll followed by the “raised eyebrow look,” which around here means “Are you sure, Catherine, really?”
For me about 12 days of every month are spent feeling overly tired and zombie like and about 8 days of every month are spent obsessing over sweets, mostly of the chocolate and baked good categories. Thank goodness my 12 days of involuntary exhaustion and 8 days of irrepressible need for goodies overlap, otherwise I would be pretty much the worse person in the world to live with or even be around really. I also don’t suffer from debilitating cramps, or overly crazy mood swings (I think), so I guess I don’t fair any worse than anyone else.
Today is one of those days where the exhaustion and cravings were strong so for most of the day I just tried to keep up with Maddy and Boo. When the girls went down for nap I gave into my raging hormone fueled craving and made a small batch of chocolate chip cookie dough with the soul intention of eating it straight from the mixing bowl. I sound like a pregnant woman don’t I? I’m not, don’t get any silly ideas in your head.
I just needed some sugary sweetness in my life. It really was a small batch and would have made about 8 cookies if cookies were the intention, and even then I only ate about a third of it and threw the rest out. A waste? Yes, but keeping the rest was asking for trouble. Although suddenly I am reminded of certain Sex and the City episode where Miranda eats chocolate cake from her trash can.
Don’t worry I won’t do anything like that. I think.
Someone better send a candy bar this way to get my mind off of cookie dough.
