Theoretically, chocolate kills dogs and cats. Yet, when I was a child, I always shared my Hershey bar with Lady, our family mongrel. She lived for many years and killed by a freight train. In Indonesia, our cat, Midnight would often steal my Mounds bars--she took them, I didn't offer them to her! We left her in Indonesia and, at the time of my divorce (eight years after we left) the family that took her said she was doing very well, still stealing chocolate bars!
I never offer chocolate to dogs or cats, but they seem to have a suicidal instinct of enjoying chocolate!
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I got my grandson baking homemade cookies. I had no idea how much he loved cookie dough until he told me his favorite ice cream is chocolate chip cookie dough. I told him the cook always gets to lick the mixing spoon and bowl and he does. So far no problems.
Makes me wonder which is more dangerous, eating pre-baked cookies from God knows where or rolling the dice on what bacteria may be hitch hiking on or in fresh eggs.
I always wonder about imported beer. Does an anti-American brewrey employee in a foreign country have an opportunity to "sabatoge" a vat of beer to be exported to the U.S.? Know what I mean, Butterbean?
If the raw eggs are the problem and you are making your own cookies, then just buy pasteurized eggs and use them in the recipe. They should be right beside the regular eggs.
From what I've read
"A healthy person's risk for infection by Salmonella enteritidis is low, even in the northeastern United States, if individually prepared eggs are properly cooked, or foods are made from pasteurized eggs."
i really have only gotten sick sorta once. But it was just a stomach ache you get from eating too much of something. it was last summer, and i was laying around watching some movie and i got up for a snackbreak and found those breakable from pillsbury in the fridge, so i downed a whole pack of them. i am sure i am not the only one who has taken this risk.
My 26 year old son hardly ever gets a chance to eat a cookie because he always locates the dough before anyone has a chance to cook it. He has eaten hundreds of pounds of the stuff and never been sick. The only time he ever got sick at his stomach was at Marti Gras on a slice of pizza from a street vendor. That's his story and he is sticking to it.
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tbn.al wrote:My 26 year old son hardly ever gets a chance to eat a cookie because he always locates the dough before anyone has a chance to cook it. He has eaten hundreds of pounds of the stuff and never been sick. The only time he ever got sick at his stomach was at Marti Gras on a slice of pizza from a street vendor. That's his story and he is sticking to it.
You don't suppose he washed the pizza down with a gallon of Jim Beam?
Doc wrote:That's been known to happen occasionally.
Cookie dough and Jim Beam? Ugh. I'd rather have Kahlua or Baileys, or Irish coffee, or... well, scratch that. I've had worse combinations, so I can't cast any stones.
Doc (who had a longneck and an eskimo pie at lunch twice a week for 2 solid years)
In college it was Taco bell washed down with Dr. Pepper/vodka. I have less room to throw stones.
bloke wrote:RIGHT AFTER DINNER, my Dad used to fairly regularly stick his nose into the 'fridge and make these disgusting sandwiches that usually consisted of:
a slice of bread or a roll
peanut butter (main ingredient)...
Your dad ate a lot healthier than mine. Dad used to claim the roasting/frying pan whatever and dig into the drippings with as much heavily-buttered bread as it took to soak it up. He also loved to top things with bacon fat.