
Yesterday, after a long and shitty day, I ascended the escalator at the Courthouse Metro station to find....Girl Scout Cookies!!!!
Hooray! I can't believe that no one at my office was selling cookies for their kids this year. I had tried to forget about them, instead watching my calories in preparation for my dance recital. But once I saw those purple boxes, I was a goner.
Ah, Samoas. What a peculiar and highly addictive treat. Sweet shortbread circle, layered with caramel, covered in chocolate and sprinkled with coconut. For the coconut-phobes, I pity that they will never know the joy.
I am a veteran Girl Scout. In some way, that has contributed to my development as an upstanding citizen. I even earned my gold award back in high school, so I am all too familiar with the annual cookie drive. I used to be torn between the thin mint and samoa, but we all have to pick a favorite.
One year, my sophomore I think, I went to our state capital to page in the House of Representatives for a week. I stayed with a host family who were also scouts. Now, Columbia is a separate council and has their own bakers and cookies for sale. Their version of the samoa is called caramel delight. It's bigger, has about twice as much caramel and no coconut. But the also have something called lemon pastry cremes. It's a flaky lemon cookie covered in a white glaze. I had never experienced such deliciousness before. I felt cheated. Why couldn't I have sold THOSE cookies instead?
Since then, I have lived in Chicago and DC and still have not found the elusive caramel delights and lemon pastry creams. If any of you know where they are, please send a message. I'll buy a case. Of each. They are that good.
Poor Matt. I called to let him know that I had found samoas and offered to pick him up a box on my way over to his place last night. He swears that he said no half a dozen times (something about eating a bag of skittles and peanut m&m's the day before sounds vaguely familiar), but alas all I heard was "hell yes, bring a box over". So now there's a purple temptation sitting on his coffee table calling out, "Eat me!"
Support your local Girl Scouts. Buy some samoas.
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