The eternal debate...

I love to bake cookies with my son. He's more into the process of cookie baking, rather than the finished product, of course. It's something that has a lot to do with turning the mixer on and off, mixing the ingredients in the big bowl and adding them to the wet mixture as it does its thing.

One of the more satisfying memories I have from my own childhood is eating the cookie dough raw. That's some good shit right there, and even now at the age of forty, it's still one of the best perks to the whole baking thing. Teresa loves it when I bake banana bread and I will be doing that this weekend...

But here's the thing. There are some superstitions in the Chinese culture that persist to this day and one of them has a lot to do with eating raw things. Even if it's just cookie dough. So I'll give Caden a spoon to lick and he'll wander into the office and Teresa will freak out just a little.

We've never gotten sick after eating the stuff, and it tastes so good... MmmmmMMmm

It is all about the love.