In a move very uncharacteristic of my food-safety obsessiveness, I allowed Carson to lick the batter from the oatmeal cookies. (Breathe Shauna, breathe.)
I’m pleased to report that we are diarrhea and emergency room free.
I’m noticing that my rule-breaking self appears to be on a downward spiral. First the “borrowing” of Internet access, now the licking of contaminated batter. I am out. of. control.