A few nights ago, it was raining. Hard. Like, torrential downpour-style. And I was supposed to go to a frozen custard fundraiser for my boyfriend’s crew team. But it was almost a mile away from my dorm and needless to say, that was not going to happen.
So I was sad. And my boyfriend was sad. And all I wanted to do was eat raw cookie dough with a spoon and watch Dance Moms.
Dance Moms wasn’t on, but I got one of my wishes…
It’s egg-free, so you can (and should!) eat it raw. It’s not healthy in any way, but it’s good for the soul.