When I was little my mom would make sugar cookies over Christmas and leave the dough in the garage overnight to cool. She used to have to lock the back door and hide the key so I couldn't get at it. This continued until I was about 11. Then I learned to bake. :-)
When I was teaching my sisters how to bake we'd make chocolate chip cookies and just eat everything as we went along (the second tastiest thing after finished dough is the step right before you add the eggs, where it's just butter and vanilla and two kinds of sugar). My mom wouldn't notice us eating the dough because hey, we'd bake some too! Except that there were only half as many cookies as the recipe called for. You can't prove anything.
On the other hand, dough-eating in my house decreased dramatically after my sister actually did get salmonella poisoning (not from cookies). She spent a week in the hospital getting needles stuck into her spine. None of us were all too interested in cookie dough after that.
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When I was teaching my sisters how to bake we'd make chocolate chip cookies and just eat everything as we went along (the second tastiest thing after finished dough is the step right before you add the eggs, where it's just butter and vanilla and two kinds of sugar). My mom wouldn't notice us eating the dough because hey, we'd bake some too! Except that there were only half as many cookies as the recipe called for. You can't prove anything.
On the other hand, dough-eating in my house decreased dramatically after my sister actually did get salmonella poisoning (not from cookies). She spent a week in the hospital getting needles stuck into her spine. None of us were all too interested in cookie dough after that.