Ever since I was a kid, I've been a fairly clean eater. When my mother would make cookies, she would let me have a beater. Then she would lovingly put a dollop of batter on my nose thinking it was so cute. I would burst into tears. Wipe it off, and I was back to a happy camper.
Same story now. To this day, ribs, drumsticks or other saucy finger food are not my first choice. I'm not hoity-toity, I just liked to wash my hands after playing in the dirt.
