Monday Morning Mirth
What have we here?
Well, in the miasma that is the culinary world
over here @Chez Chic
it could only be one thing...
That's right, All Cookies All the Time. NOTHING but nothing gets one through the challenges of life like those little crispy disks. Especially these crispy disks.
They are Girl Scout Cookies. The highest food form of all.
And, as always, it's the story behind the story that intrigues and confounds.
For these boxes (10 to begin with), all came from the same Scout. And that scout was not a Girl.
THAT Scout was the girl scout's Dad - a co-worker who I adore and from who I was more than thrilled to buy 10 boxes of Do-si-dos (Peanut Butter Cremes -say it loud say it proud PEANUT BUTTER)!
What happened next was just a Froid of the most magnificent sort.
Now Citizens of Chez Chic love nothing more than a good Cultural Froid. That way, when we're caught staring at our fellow man, we can take the High Road and claim to be just doing our job, m'amm, just being an anthropologist and recording those human perks for all time's sake.
No sooner had I bought the cookies from my friend, than I observed Notices going up all over the workplace, advertising cookies from several parties. These handbills varied from type-to-type. Some were just photocopied blah [OOF girl in uniform]; others High Ink Jet Art [full color portrait of girl in First Communion Dress]!
The most amazing thing was that they were all authored by a Dad! The Cookie Sale had become A SPORT! And apparently, that throwdown was a success because as I watched the cookie forms FILL with orders, I just got outta the way [and was secretly glad I got my Do-si-dos before they ran OUT!]
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