When I was younger, I used to regard cookie dough as a viable snack in and of itself. My mom would buy mini tubs of cookie dough, which I'm pretty sure was meant to be scooped onto cookie sheets and, you know, baked. But instead, she let my siblings and I just eat it with spoons. Which in retrospect is pretty heinous, not only in terms of being completely and utterly grotesque, but by the fact that it's probably not too safe to consume raw ingredients by the spoonful. But let's face it, if there's any reason to worth sickness, it's cookie dough. I've long regarded cookie dough as more delicious than actual baked cookies. There's just something so sublime and saccharine about the creamy texture, toothsome chocolate chips, sugary crackle, and buttery undertones that make me feel alive. Once I grew old enough to know better, I cut way back on my cookie dough consumption. Until County Barbeque came along and changed everything. Not only is this the first instance where I've seen a restaurant offer cookie dough on the menu, but said dough is damn delicious, taking my right back to my childhood days of ridiculous overindulgence.
(Cookie dough at County Barbeque)
The quintessential nostalgia dessert, County's cookie dough is literally served by the spoonful. The dessert is served in heaping dollops large enough to share. Or stuff into your mouth in one gaping bite. The flavor and texture is perfectly akin to everyone's favorite youthful memories, butter-rich, doughy, and riddled with crunchy morsels of chocolate chips. The best part is that it's safe to eat, free of potentially lethal raw ingredients unsafe to consume in vast quanities. So I can feel even better about my cookie dough consumption/obsession.
- Matt Kirouac