Posted January 15, 2011 by jimhigley
It’s that time of year, folks. The Girl Scouts are out in full force peddling their goods. Funny timing, isn’t it? I’m still trying to convince myself that I have the will-power to start eating a little better (and a little less!) and here comes all of these cute little girls tempting me with Samoas, Tagalongs, Shortbread, and the rest of their high caloric bag of goodies.
I don’t know about you, but Thin Mints are my weakness. Put me in the middle of a box of Thin Mints and a big, cold glass of milk and I will take both of them down. Not pretty. I’d be embarrassed to let you witness me in action as I systematically devour one cookie after another. I have a most predictable process. First, I nibble off a tiny bit of the side of the cookie – removing just a smidgen of the chocolatey – minty coating. This is important because it exposes the inside crispy portion of the cookie – making it oh so ready to be dunked into that big, cold glass of milk. My dunking is far from graceful. I’ll go well up to my middle knuckles – if not more. A monkey would exercise more restraint.
Anyway, each year, when I hear that the Girl Scouts are peddling their goods, I have the same, two reactions: delectable joy (savoring the idea of cookie love) and immense guilt (trigger pig sound effects, please).
This year, however, is starting off different.
My niece, Calla, is a Girl Scout and she just sent me an email telling me that her troop has adopted a military troop overseas and that, in addition to hoarding far too many boxes of cookies for myself, I also have the ability to purchase cookies for men and women protecting our country and have them shipped overseas in some much-appreciated care packages.
And, suddenly, I feel good about my cookie buying plans this year because I’m making a promise to myself that for every box I devour, I’ll make sure a matching one ends up with people who I am grateful for every day.
I’d send you to a website to learn more about this project, but I believe it is being done on an individual basis by various Girl Scout troops around the country. But ask about it – when someone rings your doorbell with an order form.
What an easy way to say “thanks” to real heroes. And order fifty boxes of cookies for yourself. Guilt-free.