Last year I got lucky. Not one single cute little cookie pusher showed up on my doorstep. So I didn’t eat one single Thin Mint or Samoa. This year, the tides turned in a big way. Ding-dong – Girl Scout calling! Ding-dong. Ding-dong.
That was last month.
And Sunday, the doorbell was chiming again. Delivery time. Cookie crack.
I don’t know if Thin Mints and Samoas are in fact the very best tasting cookies on the planet, or, if the taste factor is psychologically multiplied because of their limited supply and availability. Whatever the reason, I am almost salivating just writing about them!
But here’s the odd thing, while my past experience overindulging in Girl Scout cookies would lead one to envision me racing to the door for each new box like Pavlov’s dog, this year I am oddly unaffected. The other day I walked past my teen with his open box of Thin Mints, sitting next to my husband with his open box of Samoas, and wasn’t even tempted. Well, maybe a little tempted, but not really. I knew that I wasn’t going to eat any. Not one. I don’t know where that realization came from. It wasn’t willpower. It just WAS. There was no little voice calling “eat me.” No craving. Odd.
Later, I thought more about the cookies, and about writing this post, and I knew that I would commit here, in print, that this year I will not eat any (zip, zero, nada) Girl Scout cookies. One might lead to two and two might lead to three and three might lead to a whole box if I can wrestle it away from one of my men. Or if I can find them. Because seemingly all the boxes have already been secreted away in some stash of “Your Mom would want us to hide this from her” food. But I still can’t get over the fact that I don’t actually wish for a cookie right now. What’s with that?!
And just because I got a great laugh out of it, I’ll end this post by sharing this other part of the story. On “Beware Girl Scouts Bearing Cookies” day, I was sitting here, in my office, hands on the keyboard, while my son and husband were watching football with their hands, unbeknownst to me, on cookies, when I heard the doorbell ring – again. And then I knew. “The cookies are coming,” I said to my men. And my son replied, “That sounds like something you’ll write about in your blog.” Smart cookie.
Note: Congratulations to Shira – the scale giveaway winner:)