I used to beg Mum to just whack the mixing bowl on the bench, give us all a spoon and call it a day. But no. Societal norms convinced mum to take this fluffy nectar, spoon it into little balls and bake them into hard, former shadows of their previous joy. Enter our rebuttal. Tastes like cookie dough, eats like cookie dough, oh and somehow, is made with only seven real food ingredients. Take that, Mum.