I believe it’s universally acknowledged that Thin Mints are America’s favorite Girl Scout Cookie. If not, they should be. They’re definitely my favorite.
Late one afternoon last week the door bell rang. Since it was a “work-from-home-day” and I am rarely “answer-the-door presentable” when I work from home, my husband fought the dogs for who got to answer the door.
He won. This time.
From the next room I hear him politely say, “No, thank you. We’re okay.”
He turns to me as he’s walking away and simply says Girl Scout Cookies.
With a look of horror and a feeling of dread, I dramatically wailed, “Are you kidding me? You said NO to Girl Scout Cookies? How can you say no to Girl Scout Cookies?” You don’t say no to Girl Scout Cookies!”
Notice, I did not say, “You don’t say no to Girl Scouts.” This is probably also true but that wasn’t my focus in the moment.
After deliberating for only a few seconds (but because my sweet husband loves me so much) he ran outside and hailed the sweet little girl scout and her Mom to come back.
From then, I was on my own. He had embarrassed himself enough.
But I was happy. I got my once a year fix of Thin Mints. 3 boxes.
I’m generally not a sweets person. Except when it comes to Thin Mints. If I’m hungry for a snack and have a choice between sweet and savory…I choose savory. Pretzels over cookies. Macaroni over ice cream. My Mom’s homemade biscuits vs a professionally made, mouth watering, chocolate cake…I choose the biscuits. I’ve been told this is not natural.
There’s something about Thin Mints. You can fool yourself (and I frequently have) into thinking you will freeze a box or two so you won’t eat them too fast. Doesn’t work. Thin Mints are just as good and just as edible frozen as they are thawed. We’ve tested this.
I can pass on all the other GS cookies. I only like Thin Mints. And I suppose it’s now a family trait. On the night in question, my son was hollering at me from upstairs (I guess he heard me wailing at his Dad) to buy 6 boxes. I refuse to buy 6 boxes of Thin Mints!
At one time.
If another, sweet little girl scout, happens to come to my door (or be standing in front of Wal-Mart) selling cookies I might buy 3 more. But not 6 boxes at one time. A girl has to set her limits.
Anyone else have a penchant for these little guys? Whether you admit it or not, I know I’m not alone. Just be sure to drop a hint to your family that it’s Girl Scout Cookie time of year so the sweet little scout won’t be turned away at the door.
I think I need a snack.