We have returned from the weekly shopping trip and I'm confused. (Well, I'm often confused by the modern grocery store, but that's another post.) As I walked down the dairy aisle, I happened to espy enticing...nay, charismatic...little chubs of commercial chocolate chip cookie dough--"ready to bake." And while I, personally, would never, ever consider buying such a thing, I was puzzled to notice a nearly identical warning on every manufacturer's package: DO NOT EAT RAW. In large capital, often bold-faced, letters. Why, said I to myself, not? Surely there's nothing in there that's gonna make me sick. Or is there? The Lovely Dining Companion hypothesized that perhaps there are raw eggs in the mix. And in this age of hyper- uber- super-litigiousness, the manufacturers are merely protecting themselves from that one unlucky soul who would eat a smidge and get sick. Perhaps. But, said I to myself, really? Then it occurred to me: why not ask my friends?
And so I do. Friends: how come?
Are they afraid that if I (not meaning me, personally, of course) were to open a chub that I might consume the entire thing in one sitting? (Not such an impossible thought once upon a time, anyway). Or is the raw egg hypothesis? Or something entirely else?
Gypsy Boy
"I am not a glutton--I am an explorer of food." (Erma Bombeck)