I ate 5 of these yesterday. By myself. When no one was looking. And I crammed them in my mouth in a frenzy and stood in the darkened pantry in total salivating NIRVANA. These cookies are the SIREN of all cookies. They will NOT be ignored. Even if you hide them in the freezer behind the spinach. They will GET to you. So yes, I do believe in extraterrestial life.
PS: This cookie is the only reason that I will not send the letter (that I have already written) to my local state rep's office asking them to legally abolish the Seasonal Dysfunctional Month of February. Really, who NEEDS February? Scew it. Divide the 28 days, give 'em to another worthy month (like June and July) and be DONE with it. But then the Girl Scouts (in their wicked marketing strategy to RULE THE EARTH) would deny us this heaven sent gift from the cookie gods...so we're stuck, people. February stays...all in part to the machiavellian Somoa cookie. YOU WIN!
No comments:
Post a Comment