Thing that make me happy #1: Girl Scout Cookies.
I was a Girl Scout. Did I ever tell you that?
I joined when I was seven years old, as a Brownie. I lasted all the way until sixth grade when my Girl Scout troop spontaneously combusted once. Only one girl managed to last all the way through high school. I think she’s a Girl Scout leader now.
Every spring, I would go door to door around my neighborhood asking if anyone “would like to buy some Girl Scout cookies?” It’s almost like a song you memorize by heart. I was a Girl Scout cookie selling machine. I loved it. I marched up and rang the doorbell of my neighbors and sometimes of complete strangers! I loved filling up my order form and explaining all the different kinds of cookies. I gazed longingly at the prizes available.
My favorite cookies were Thin Mints. I also loved Tagalongs and Samoas were really good too. I hated the lemon ones. The straight peanut butter ones were okay. They were a little too crunchy for me.
But as a kid with diabetes, those cookies were only for “special occasions.” I was stuck with Trefoils, the bland “sugar” cookies that had 15 grams of carbs for three cookies, and lower in pure sugar. The only “safe” cookie for a kid subjected to NPH and Regular insulin.
A couple of weeks ago, during Lent and going through my “thou shall not eat chocolate” stint, I passed by a group of Girl Scouts at the shopping mall.
“Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies?” a short, blond haired nine-year-old sang.
“Absolutely!” I handed over $3.50 (stupid inflation!) for a box of Tagalong, since that was the only flavor they had left that I liked. Knowing full well this shiny red box was going to stare at me, mock me, for the next three weeks, I was determined not to gave into my inner longings for chocolately peanut-buttery goodness.
When Lent was finally over, I finally ripped open the box and slid out a couple of yummy cookies. Biting into it was more than bliss – it was total nostalgia for my entrepreneurial days as a cookie salesgirl.