I don't use the term "guilty pleasure," but if I did, I think my affinity for ravenously consuming raw cookie dough might fall squarely within that scope.
My brother and I, on many an occasion, have furtively, mindlessly snacked on cold cookie dough, passing a sleeve of store-bought cookie dough back and forth, enjoying the crisp of the chocolate chips, the toothsomeness of the dough itself, the notes of brown sugar and everything else that makes the bite so darn enjoyable.
