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No Raw Cookie Dough?

So the FDA has announced that it’s no longer safe to eat raw cookie dough or batter. The FDA, that bastion of all things right. The organization that consistently allows things to come on the market and then pulls it after they find there may be a bit of a problem associated with it. These are the people  who are trying to mess with my ability to enjoy life. Because really, has anyone ever told you that it was safe to eat cookie dough? Of course not. We just did it anyway. We lived dangerously. We chose the wild side.


It seems that it’s not just raw eggs that can cause you to get sick but flour can also harbor E. Coli. Okay, thanks for the heads up. FDA. I’ll take your warnings under advisement. By the way, when you found red coloring No. 3 caused cancer you banned it from cosmetics in 1990. Nice move. I’m just a little confused on why you allow it to remain in our foods. I’m sure there’s some logic you can provide for that along with other questionable decisions you’ve made in the past.

Apparently General Mills recalled all types of flour at the end of last year because of this contamination, however I can tell you without hesitation that since that time, cookie dough has passed my lips on several occasions with no problems.  The FDA claims that since December, 38 people in 20 states have become sick with diarrhea and stomach cramps that can last up to a week. That’s roughly five people a month. I don’t know about you, but I like my chances. It’s safer than getting in a car, that’s for sure. I wonder what would happen if I pushed the envelope and drove while eating cookie dough at the same time. Do you think it’s against the law? Do you think the FDA works with local law enforcement? Because if you cramp up while driving, well, that could create a messy situation.


Oh yeah, the FDA also suggested that we not give children cookie dough to play with. Come on, let’s get serious. Does the FDA  think we’re all savages without an ounce of common sense in our bodies? I mean, I love kids, but cookie dough should be revered and kept in a place of respect. We don’t play with cookie dough. We eat it. What was the FDA thinking?


So based on my findings, or should I say the FDA’s, the risk for getting sick because of this flour thing is very small. Heck, we all sometimes get a stomach virus without going near cookie dough or cake batter. If we do get it because of that, at least we derived an afternoon of enjoyment in the process. So I’ll take my chances.  Because anyone who has licked a cake batter bowl or enjoyed a taste of cookie dough understands that this is one of life’s great pleasures. But I know there are some of you out there who don’t condone this practice and I respect your opinion. Just do me one favor…

Please pass the cookie dough before you leave.

P.S. I wonder what’s going to happen to all that cookie dough ice cream.





Recipes of Life

According to Webster, the definition of the word recipe is as follows….A set of instructions for making or preparing something, especially a food dish.

In a literal sense, I suppose that’s true, but as the years have passed I’ve come to understand that those basic instructions written on a card or piece of paper bring the past to life and provide a glimpse of who we were and how we sometimes celebrate those memories and the people who helped shape our lives.

What’s a recipe? It’s the way Grandma would make pizza dough, cutting it into sections, placing it between sheets and wrapping it in a flannel blanket so it would stay warm and rise. It’s your mom’s chicken soup or pasta sauce, neither of which had written instructions; you just had to be there with her and watch as she created tastes and smells that would stay with you your entire life. Or maybe it’s your Aunt Sadie’s homemade manicotti, your mom’s apple crisp or pie crust, your father’s sausage, or the wine your Grandfather made in his basement and let you sip when no one was watching. Sometimes you would watch your father put together a peanut butter and banana sandwich and though you could barely stand the site of it, you’ll never forget the smile on his face as he watched you watch him.

As life seems to go, so do those very special people who helped shape our lives. And yet, we find ways to carry them with us; to birthday parties for Great Grandchildren they never held and holidays they once celebrated, sharing stories about the first time they tasted Grandma’s pecan tart cookies. Recipes are so much more than the food placed before us. It’s where we came from and another way to remember those we love and care about.

Several years ago, one of my daughters thought it would be a good idea to start a family cookbook, using recipes both old and new. Each year, as a family, we contribute new recipes and she adds to it during the Christmas season. It’s part of her gift to us.

The cookbook she created is now part of our history; a place where our past is held close, our present lives and our future will be remembered for generations to come. It’s a place to go for a hug or to browse the pages and remember the memories we shared together.

It’s our recipes of life.