When I was married, my sisters in law were occasionally over for dinner. Once I got really angry at the lot of them, and while they were out shopping, I got an incredibly immature ugly impulse. I impulsively, as well as compulsively, added my DNA to the bread dough than was baked for their dinner. And while it was actually in my mind horrifying to sit there calmly at the table as we all ate, to be honest, aside from those few unnerving moments, I did not feel guilty or shame at all. And ended up doing the same in various meals/dishes over the years.
