Cookie Dough

I had to go out to get milk tonight since the kids really go through it. While we were there, I was looking for a snack. While my kids and husband are real fans of Little Debbie snacks, I am not. But I wanted something sweet. I spotted cookie dough out of the corner of my eye. I asked the kids if they'd like some cookies. Of course, they screamed yes and I grabbed a tube of chocolate chip (I wish I had the energy to make homemade but I didn't feel like searching for all of the ingredients).

We get home and I begin slicing the dough. For a moment, I'm flooded with a memory...

When I was a kid, my dad would go to the Commisary in Rantoul once a month for major grocery shopping. Since it was a long trip and the car was often overflowing with groceries on the way back, it was a real treat to be able to go with. I think I was in 8th grade, or around that age, and I got to go. Dad never liked to stop at fast food restaurants for lunch because he claimed he couldn't get the hang of eating a Big Mac and driving at the same time (don't get him started on drive thru's!) This particular month, Dad and I decided to be different and indulged in bags of pepperoni and tubes of cookie dough for lunch. I remember thinking how cool it was that I was having this absolutely horrible lunch but it was okay because Dad said it was. I also remember getting just a little into the cookie dough and most of the way through the pepperoni before feeling totally sick. Just a nice childhood memory.

Smiling, I sliced off a little of the cookie dough for the kids, and a hunk for myself. A few bites in, I'd had my fill but the smiles on the kids' faces, like they had gotten away with something, was precious. I don't indulge in cookie dough very often, but I do like to snack on a good bag of pepperoni now and then!