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Cookies and Ice Cream, No Greater Joy.

Perhaps the greatest thing that I have ever had the pleasure to being introduced to was the Carmel Delight. A cookie that is no longer referred to as such, but regardless of title, a wonderful cookie. Currently the Girl Scouts of America are calling this wonderful cookie a Samoa. I don’t understand this title. Perhaps it is a reminder that if you were to eat as many as I do during, what I call, Girl Scout Cookie season year round then you would begin to look like a Samoan. I’m sure that the Girl Scouts of America would frown upon this logic, but it is the only thing that I can come up with. It is no secret that I’m a lover of Samoas, Thin Mints, and The Peanut Butter Cookie with the peanut butter in the middle. I don’t know what that one is called either because its name makes no since just like the Samoas. Probably Doodle something, because that is the generic name that bestows any cookie creation where the originator isn’t quite cleaver enough to think of a good self-descriptive title. Therefore we are left with the ever-vague title of Doodle, which last time I checked, a doodle was a something that I did on my notebooks in high school when I was suppose to be learning something. I digress, I was saying that it is well known that I am a lover of these wonderful poorly named cookie. During Girl Scout Cookie Season one of the high school students at the church I formally attended would bring me boxes and boxes. Each year I would try to buy enough for the year, and each year I only had bough enough for 3 weeks. I filled my freezer with $130 worth and still I only could make them last a short while. Maybe that is how they get us by only let us have them once a year the GSC Addicts go crazy and empty the checking account on cookies that make us truly happy for a number of weeks. One can see my love for these cookies on a few blogs across the World Wide Web. I have discovered these blogs as they are feeding off of my server to post this picture of me holding boxes of cookies with a grin on my face that rivals what Bush must look like when he sees the price of oil go up and up and up. The caption always says something like “I love girl scout cookies, but not as much as this guy” or something to that affect.

 

Now something that I also have a strong affinity for is ice cream. So much that I worked for the most famous ice cream shop in middle North Carolina, Yum Yum’s Ice Cream. Then I feel in love with Brayers, Ben and Jerry, and Dryer’s (which on the east coast is referred to as Edy’s). Dryer’s is constantly filling my mouth with tongue orgasms with new and original flavors.

 

However I currently am under the opinion that the Girl Scouts of America and Edy’s/Dryer’s are trying to kill me. Today I was forced by my addiction to buy two half gallons of Samoas Cookie Ice Cream. This cost ten dollars. This gallon of ice cream will last four sittings of eating while watching TV. I’m scared to look and see what the caloric intake will be this week now that I have bought this new wonderful ice cream. Just don’t buy so much you say, go to the gym you say, well that is all easy for you to say. You are not the one with this problem. I am going to have to face this new health threat at some point. My only hope is that this ice cream that says is a limited edition is very limited and doesn’t last long enough to put on 50 pounds of pure ice cream ecstasy.

 

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