When I was a kid (before dinosaurs), we went on a tour of the Johnston Cookie Company in Milwaukee, WI. Some kid on the trip was telling stories of a worker loosing his arm to the mixing arms stirring batter in these giant tubs, and of these batches of bloody cookies that were created.
At the end of the trip, they gave each of us a package of cookies. I think I've never seen so many cookies go uneaten by 2nd graders.
-r