Somebody’s gotta say it.
Every year, I wonder why no one ever blogs about this. Maybe it’s because the Girl Scouts are as American as apple pie. Or maybe it’s because supporting our local scout troop has become an annual pastime. It warms our hearts.
Even I make my yearly donation or two in front of Trader Joe’s or at my local Farmer’s Market. But there’s something unique about my yearly contribution that typically leaves a bewildered look on the Scout Mom’s face.
I tell her to keep the cookies.
As yummy as those coconutty (is that a word?) Samoas are, at some point I actually took the time to read the ingredients.