It's holiday baking season, which depending on your temperament, is either the thing you most look forward to as soon as Halloween is over, or the thing you dread even more than navigating family politics at dinner. If you are of the former ilk, you probably don’t need me at all, you likely have a battery of recipes that are tried and true, or new ones you’ve been hoarding all summer for just this moment.
I really love cookie dough. I’ve spent many trips to ice cream shops opting for cookie dough over more exciting flavors and many nights in college trying to concoct the perfect edible cookie dough for movie nights. On more than one occasion, I have tucked into a container of cookie dough solo (potentially while writing this story). I consider any combination of butter and chocolate kind of my passion.
Remember when you were a little kid and eating the cookie dough was considered the naughty thing your mom let you do just because? After all, there are raw eggs in that! And then you got older and started making your own cookies and realized you didn't care about the raw egg risks and still ate all of the dough anyway? And then there would only be about two scoops left to actually make the cookies? For me, there's something about having an entire bowl of cookie dough at arms length that is like kryptonite.
Remember those fond memories of baking with your family? The warm smell of chocolate chip cookies. The way a recipe comes from experience and not exact measurements. The taste of homemade batter left on a spatula or whisk.
Yeah, I don’t have those memories. OK, I remember the smell—because I had to wait the full baking time to taste any treat. But no raw batter or dough for me.