Maybe this explains something about why I'm moderately fucked up. I grew up with three cats, and I can't imagine a childhood without shredded furniture, scattered kibble, and occasional leavings of kitty krap all over the house.
My parents both like to snack on raw cookie dough from time to time, usually chocolate cookie dough with peanut-butter chips, and I distinctly remember the first time I learned of this. I came downstairs from my room after I'd gone to bed (I was maybe two and a half) and saw them sitting on the couch (several feet apart, of course; they were still at the point where they could stand one another's presence, but I never saw them so much as hug or hold hands), watching TV (Young Frankenstein was on -- egads, I have a photographic memory), and snacking on the dough from a big bowl. I asked them what it was, and one of them, I don't remember who, told me it was cat crap. Obviously this was a joke, but I was young and naive, and went back upstairs convinced that my parents were crazy (which they were), and that I would never, ever eat that stuff. (Later on they explained the truth to me and I had a taste -- it's excellent stuff, and I can send you the recipe sometime.)
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Date: 2008-02-05 10:25 pm (UTC)My parents both like to snack on raw cookie dough from time to time, usually chocolate cookie dough with peanut-butter chips, and I distinctly remember the first time I learned of this. I came downstairs from my room after I'd gone to bed (I was maybe two and a half) and saw them sitting on the couch (several feet apart, of course; they were still at the point where they could stand one another's presence, but I never saw them so much as hug or hold hands), watching TV (Young Frankenstein was on -- egads, I have a photographic memory), and snacking on the dough from a big bowl. I asked them what it was, and one of them, I don't remember who, told me it was cat crap. Obviously this was a joke, but I was young and naive, and went back upstairs convinced that my parents were crazy (which they were), and that I would never, ever eat that stuff. (Later on they explained the truth to me and I had a taste -- it's excellent stuff, and I can send you the recipe sometime.)