"You can go ahead and taste it."
"Oh, it doesn't have raw egg in it?"
"Well, it does, but The Internet assured me you won't die from a little taste, so go ahead."
"I CAN! REALLY! OK! THANKS!"
Oh, have a taste she did.
And I think she was just a LEEEEETTLE bit excited about it because she almost ate the spoon whole.
I think she liked it. Or more like LOVED it and can't stop talking about how good it was and how she wants to make more cookies tonight so she can "taste it again."
The funniest part of the entire thing really wasn't how SHE responded to it, but rather how her brothers reacted.
So, her brothers and 14 and 10, right? Right.
They came walking in and were all "OMG MOM SHE'S EATING RAW COOKIE DOUGH OH NOES SHE'S GONNA DIE HELP!"
No, seriously, they were freaking out because [little voice]I have forbidden them from eating cookie dough for their entire lives[/little voice]. Seeing the way that they reacted did make me feel a little silly for having denied them one of childhoods greatest joys. (The Licking of The Spoon.) However, I really felt that I was protecting them from death at the hands of raw eggs! Crazy? Maybe. But really, I love my kids and want them to live, you know?
I explained to them that I had told Gabby she could taste the cookie dough, because "a little bit isn't going to hurt her." (But, I can't lie, it HURT ME to say that.) Then, I told them that they could have a taste too.
I wish you could have seen their faces.
They were like "are you SURE we're not going to die from salmonella." And I was all "I'm pretty sure you won't die from having a little taste." And they were all "like, HOW sure?" And I was all "JUST TASTE IT ALREADY."
(*insert joke about "paying for my children's therapy" here*)
And so they tasted it and guess what?
Nobody died.
I don't know that I'm ready to let them have at it every time I make cookies, but I suppose a little taste every once in a while is fine.
I think.
Maybe.
I haven't decided just yet, may have been a one time deal because no matter how hard I try, I can't stop thinking that the raw egg is going to kill my children.
But hey, it's a step in letting go and not being such a Paranoid Freak of a Mother, yes?










this is really really funny. There were some strong voices against tasting cookie dough. Glad you went with the more relaxed approach. The things we worry about, versus the things we probably should worry about, are vastly different, aren't they?