One of the young women in our ward sold me some fundraiser cookie dough. I only bought one portion (2 dozen for $16 ridiculous dollars, rip off) because typically I think fundraiser cookie tastes terribly.
I received the Snickerdoodle cookie dough about one week ago.
It's a good thing I only ordered two dozen cookies, they are delicious. And I have little self control when it comes to delicious food items.
So, the awesome/terrible thing about frozen cookie dough is that it is always available. Always. I've been snacking on the dough for about a week now. I only have 1/2 dozen left. Today, as I was reaching for my daily cookie dough allowance (1), I noticed that there was a piece of cookie dough that didn't need to be broken off. So I ate it. Then I felt gipped that I didn't get the satisfaction of breaking off the cookie from the remaining batch. So I broke off another piece. That piece took with it half of the next piece. I ate them. Of course I couldn't just leave half of a lonely broken off piece of cookie dough in the bag with all the other cookie dough. So I at the remainder.
And that is the story of how I consumed three cookie doughs in less than 3 minutes.
And it was delicious.
And I don't feel bad at all. Just happy. And hippy.