TubaDad traveled a really, really long time to get home from Asia today (or yesterday I guess), and Ree and Ro were delighted to see him this morning. And they were delighted to eat cookie dough, as is our tradition on Daddy Comes Home day.
I found a new recipe that doesn’t use eggs and thought it was just begging to be eaten raw. So we whipped it up.
And they sampled away (those bulging cheeks aren’t subtle, are they?):
They pronounced it very good, although truth be told I vastly prefer the regular full-egg version for my dough consumption. Four decades of dough eating has obviously refined my palate quite a bit.
They tried to entice TubaDad with some dough, but he was inexplicably more interested in sleeping. Go figure.
So they covered him with blankets:
Before you go thinking they are just too sweet, you should know that after the blankets they held a suspicious whispered conference, gobbled his portion of the dough, then turned him into some kind of elaborate playhouse, making sleep almost impossible:
Notice I said “almost.” Somehow he soldiered on. The boy really has excellent sleeping skills.
PS: I wasn’t going to link to the recipe because I didn’t love it, but the very first commenter asked about it, so here it is.