Snacks of Doom

[pengolodh_sc at yahoo.no]

-- Jeralyn, the Voicelady <voicelady at mymailstation.com> wrote:
> On Wed, 04 April 2001, "Scott" wrote re Angela's confession about 
> cookie dough:
> 
> > --Oh of course raw cookie dough is so good. I love it much more 
> > than  cookies and admit to buying those Pilsbury cookie roll 
> > things on more than one occasion, without having most of it ever 
> > find the oven...
> 
> All right then - show of hands of people who can admit to never 
> having done that...hmmm, I thought not! <vbg>
> 
> Jeralyn, the Voicelady


Have I ever eaten cookiedough out of a cardboard-tube?  Never (unless 
chocolate-chip-cookie-dough ice-cream bought at the supermarket 
counts)!  Honestly!  Unlike certain lazy anglophone countries, Norway 
does not have such abominations!  We either make our cakes and breads 
from scratch the good old-fashioned way (though food-processors and 
other mechanical aids have gained more acceptance in recent years, 
and are in fact today quite respectable - who'd have thought it just 
a few years ago?), or else we buy them as finished products in the 
shop.  No compromise!

Yes, my tongue is *firmly* planted in cheek today.

-- "Sister Mary Lunatic" <klaatu at primenet.com> wrote:

> Cookie dough!  Breakfast of champions....
> Oatmeal cookie dough is superb, and chocolate chip cookie dough is 
> equally ambrosial.  And no, I've never gotten sick from eating 
> dough with raw egg in it, though my mother was always warning me, 
> LOL.  In my opinion, the uncooked dough is much better tasting than 
> the finished cookie.

In Norway we have something called 'eggedosis'.  My dictionary 
insists it can be translated as egg-flip or eggnog.  It is made from 
eggs and sugar (beaten together till it is rich and rigid, with a 
near off-white colour).  Occasionally you add a spoonful of liqeur as 
well.  When I explained about it to my American hostmother, she was 
quite shocked.

Best regards
Christian Stubø of the numerous emails 
(and yes, Emily/MC/slytherins_daughter/etc., I *do* have more emails 
than you have names.  I have lost count on excactly how many I do 
have, but I know that there are many more than twenty.)

"The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in't.
I have supp'd full with horrors."
CASTLE WAITING - VOLUME I:  The Lucky Road, by Linda Medley