As Supreme Ruler of Absolutely Nothing At All, I do hereby decree that henceforth all holiday cookies be given in dough format.

Why? Because apparently 98% of the world’s population prefers raw cookie dough to actual baked cookies.

This morning I delivered to my coworkers the 40 dozen or so frozen chocolate chip cookie dough balls I’ve spent the last two weeks making. The idea was that everyone gets overwhelmed with treats this time of year, so this way people could bake up some cookies later when things weren’t so crazy and they had a hankering for hot cookies. (Also, it saved me having to bake the cookies myself, which I admit was a really big factor in the dough decision.)

From what people have been saying to me, I think most of those dough balls will never make it anywhere near an oven. These people are cookie dough freaks. “YAY! You gave me cookie dough! I love cookie dough more than anything in the world! Cookie dough rocks!”

It truly and honestly never occurred to me that people would think I was giving them dough. So, if it’s the thought that counts, and the thought was “bake cookies later when holiday treats run out,” and everyone thought the thought was “oooooo dough,” then were the gifts failures because the thought I had wasn’t the thought they thought I had?

Bonus Question of the Day: Did you know that avocado stains (fabric, not babies)?