Samoas used to be my favorite. The girl in the fireman's outfit on the cover of the box seems happy. It's obviously because of the cookies.
That damn girl scout conned me. She made me. She was cute. And I had her future to think about.
I ate some before yoga.
It didn't seem to be a good idea while in the eagle position. Eagles need to soar. And this eagle wanted to vomit caramel coconut goodness all over her mat.
And then the clarity set it. That little sneakster. I bet she "conveniently" failed to mention that the top ingredient in those devil cookies is partially hydrogenated soy bean oil.
And then the horror came. Did she even know? Did all the girl scouts of America get tricked into selling these cookies filled with damaging pesticides, herbicides, synthetic additives and the like? Who's future are we really looking out for when we fork our money over?
Not mine. Or the yogini inside. And unfortunately, I feel that continuing on a tradition of buying cookies from cute girls eventually just hurts their future woman inside.
I decided, however, to not lecture the next team of green sashed girls outside the supermarket I saw. Despite that among other things, the name "Samosas" is not exactly politically correct.
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