Last week, I made a bunch of chocolate cookie dough in a misguided attempt to use up the chocolate chips in the house, mostly so that I would stop eating them. It didn't really help much, as I now eat the chocolate chip cookie dough, with the chocolate chips. I need to stop, though, and before I eat it all, as these sugar rushes are given me nasty headaches.
Well, in addition to making the cookie dough, I actually baked some of the dough, making two dozen cookies and promptly eating six of them. I put the rest into containers and gave them to Kris to take to work. Like I need containers of cookies lying around.
Uh... no.
After our Velocity workout this morning, and after the shower, I was looking at the two cookie containers, wondering if the cookies were still good, since they weren't fresh baked any longer, and were actually 3 days old.
"Eh," Kris said, "my coworkers will eat them no problem." He continued to look at the containers, "Heck, I could write 'Poison! Eat at your own peril!' on them and they'd probably still get eaten."
"Ick," was my witty reply.
After a few moments of silence, during which Kris and I continued to clean up our post-workout clothes and such, Kris asked, "If I do write 'Poison! Eat at your own peril!' on the boxes and someone ate them and died, am I liable?"
"Uh... yes?"
"Because I liken it to a gun. Do you think the NRA will support me in the right to bear poisoned cookies?"
*blink* *blink*
"Maybe it could be the 28th ammendment!"
"Yeah, you'll get 37 states to ratify that one."