Of Elves and Girl Scouts

Pre Note:  I really appreciate anyone who takes the time to read my random and sometimes opinionated blogs.  I feel that the last few months of my life have been consumed by a lot of negativity.  I stopped writing and started a pity party.  While I am EXCEPTIONAL at throwing myself a pity party, I am not a very gracious host nor a very gracious guest of honor.   With that being said,  thank you for listening, reading, and playing along with me.  It means a lot.


A few weeks ago, I was at our local Giant Food store standing in line waiting for a loosing lottery ticket when a very irate woman stormed the counter demanding that the store IMMEDIATLEY remove the Keebler knock off's of the Girl Scout cookies. I had to chuckle because just a few weeks before, my husband came home with a container of Keebler Coconut Dreams acting as if HE had just won that winning lottery. 

In less than 6.9 seconds, both sleeves of cookies were gone and a twinge of guilt crept in.....
Had my moment of Caramel Delights weakness in the form of a really really really good knock off just take away a donation to one of the World's Greatest Organizations????  I suddenly felt a need to call all Girl Scouts that I know and apologize profusely for buying what is clearly an illegal knock off (BUT D@mn they were good).  Even after the next 3 or 4 packages of Coconut Dreams entered my house, not one real moment of remorse rendered me unable to eat them.

It seemed impossible that Keebler could make these cookies without some type of lawsuit coming from the Girl Scouts.  Being naturally curios and a slave to the internet and it's overwhelming amount of information, I did some research.  Turns out that Ernie the Elf is a savvy business man, and saved the girl scouts and their mothers of days gone by from hand making those amazing cookies.  Keebler is the parent company of Little Brownine Bakers, the official manufacturer of Girl Scout cookies.  So the Elves make the Girl Scout cookies in their tree....  Duhhh.

The woman at Giant was certain that Organization would boycott any store selling the knockoffs.  (They are available EVERYWHERE!)  Having been lucky enough to have found the knockoffs, I felt pretty certain that I would buy the Keebler version until I decided to go on yet another diet, and of course, when the girls selling their cookies jutted their tiny little hands with the big box of cookies in them at me, I would buy a different variety.... (BTW, they also make Grasshopper fudge mint cookies.... sorry Girl Scouts, but they are fudgier... and a peanut butter filled cookie that  in my opinion is....eh)

And in-spite of the valid concerns the woman at Giant had about selling the Keebler cookies, I don't really see that the Girl Scouts will suffer when the season rolls around.  While I am thrilled to support the Organization, I buy the cookies because I LIKE COOKIES. Let's be serious, THAT IS WHY THEY SELL THE COOKIES!  And WE KNOW IT, and we are happy to support, but thrilled that we don't have to write a check to show it.  It's much easier to dole out $4.50 a box for the 15 times we walk past a table at a Wal-Mart or Giant then to write a check for $67.50.

As I watched  the kid at the customer service counter blankly stare at the woman, and unable to give her an answer that she really wanted to hear, I just walked away because I have no plans on messing with two of the biggest cookie people in the world, the Girl Scouts and those clever little elves that somehow make amazing cookies in tree factory.  :-)

word of the blog  PANACEA

pan·a·ce·a

 [ pànnə s ə ]   

1. supposed cure-all: a supposed cure for all diseases or problems

 

 

Until we blog again,

 

Vicki