Girl Scout Cookies - Little Taunts from the Underworld

About eight weeks ago I ordered Girl Scout cookies from my friend Traci at work.  I wanted to be generous and thought I had plans for what I ordered - all NINE boxes of them.  What?

She delivered them on Friday and I was like, "What, in the hell, was I thinking?" 

I seem to remember something about crust for a cheesecake and Thin Mints freezing well.  But beyond that, it was another food shopping blackout.  That happens more often than I would like to admit.  I'll walk through the store getting what I actually need, see something interesting (read: not good for me) and then when I get to the checkout, the naughty Luci in me (short for Lucifer), has put them in the cart. 

Now sometimes I am good and hand them to the clerk saying I have changed my mind.  Far too often though, I go ahead and get it anyway.  Then I try to bring it to work and pawn the bulk of the stuff off on co-workers, probably sabotaging their healthy life changes.

Anyway, I can't ask the clerk to put back the Girl Scout cookies.  So, so far, I have passed off four boxes to other people as 'gifts'.  The others are sitting in a giant box by my desk whispering sweet naughtiness in my ear.  Some of the Peanut Butter Patties have already won a place in my stomach. 

Though no worries to the little girls in green, I don't blame the Girl Scouts - I blame the cookies. ;)

Yours in health,
Kate

From the beginning... 3/10/08

It's Girl Scout Cookie time! Ah crap!

I love the little girls and their will to sell - sell - sell their way to camp and Chinese-made chotzkys but I truly believe evil lurks in those little boxes.

Cue evil Scout master laugh here. Enjoy the 80's cheese, evil scout leader shot at the end - unless you count making girls tease their hair to those heights as child abuse, then it's full-on evil throughout.

Now back to the reason I actually began my post. The cookies arrived today from my friend Bobby's daughter Rachel. I 'had' to buy from her, because as you know, it's an office ritual. And SOMEDAY Caelen will be selling something and I have a long memory. Anyway, it's 4 boxes of 'not-on-my-list-of-things-to-eat' goodness and I have followed through on dealing with this via a 'beginning tip'.

First, only open one box at a time. Then, only open one sleeve of cookies at a time. Walk sleeve back to general food area where people help themselves if you leave anything sitting out too long. (Reminder this will pertain to carrot sticks if people are desperate enough.) Put sleeve on table, take out one cookie for you. Eat slowly and meticulously, enjoying every bite as you walk away briskly. Wait 15 minutes before going in area again - offending cookies are now gone, crisis averted.

Tomorrow repeat and every day there after until all boxes of cookies are gone. The bonus to this is two fold: You get the 'taste' you promised yourself when you ordered them. You look generous for 'sharing'.

You're not sharing, you are removing a food bomb from your presence. But, no one needs to know, that's our little secret. And that's how the cookie crumbles... down someone else's blouse.

Yours in health, Kate

P.S. - I am going back to the gym today. As you can see from my post I am feeling better. (And mischievous.)