When I was a little girl, I preferred the dough to the cookies. For that, I sometimes got into trouble. I tried to be sneaky. It didn't always work. Almost always, my response was "When I grow up, I'm going to make my own cookie dough and eat it from the bowl. And you can't stop me." (Actually, this last part was probably not uttered aloud, but I always thought it.)
Last night I made cookie dough. And put some in a little bowl so I could eat it with a spoon. Yum. Chocolate chips and Heath bar toffee crunch chips.
Now I'm not saying the cookie dough had anything to do with my increased creativity. But consider this:
- Yesterday, I didn't feel particularly creative. Much less so than usual. It was a sort of blah day.
- Last night I ate cookie dough.
- This morning, when I woke up, I had creative ideas flowing through my head.
- They don't seem to be abating.