Bored and lazy on a Sunday afternoon, I turn to my trusty fridge. (Well, in this case, the freezer.)
(This is the way I eat ice cream, by the way. Right out of the carton.) And as I proceeded to extract and devour every nugget of cookie dough I could find, I found myself wondering yet again: If you saved a bunch of those little balls of dough, put them together and baked them, would you, in fact, get a real chocolate chip cookie? Unfortunately, I always end up just eating all the dough that I dig out, so I may never find the answer to this mystery.
My work here is done.
By the way, we got a head start on the Easter ham by having a few slices for breakfast. That's about all I'm good for today. Eating.