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Counting down to late February/early March

Name five words that can evoke great joy in hearts and minds and at the same time strike fear in thighs, butts and waistlines everywhere.

You know them.

You love them.

You crave them.


"IT'S GIRL SCOUT COOKIE TIME!"



Click here to vote for your favorite. Hey, typing, clicking, scrolling -- it probably burns a few calories. Burn them where you can. Two Caramel Delights have 7 grams of fat. And those aren't even whole cookies. They have a big hole like a donut in the middle (as an aside, one glazed dunkin donut has 10 grams). And really, who can stop at two. Those caramel-coconut-ooey-gooeys have some sort of confectioner heroin in them.

I signed up for one box.

Of Caramel Delights. I, of course, also ordered a box of the peanut butter patties and a box of peanut butter sandwiches. Thank you Miss Annika (my elementary school-age "supplier"). But I'm sure we won't stop there. It's amazing how, the older you get, the more Girl Scouts you know. I guess there's another reason to be thrilled that we had a boy. I'm much fonder of cookies than popcorn*.

*Note: Not that I'm necessarily saying I'll let my kid associate with the Boy Scouts. We'll revisit the issue in a few years.

Comments

Brianne said…
Oh yes. Caramel DeLites are my FAVORITE! A very close second are the Peanut Butter Sandwiches. I got a box of each and a box of Thin Mints for Brett. I never understood WHY those are always the most popular ones.

Caramel + Coconut + Chocolate = Bliss

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