Apparently a bakery in Atlanta is replacing some of the Lemon Chalet Crème girl scout cookies because they smell funny.
“Certain lots of Lemon Chalet Crème cookies contain oils that may be breaking down which can result in an off taste and smell,” said a notice on the Little Brownie Bakers Web site.
I thought this was funny because every year I sell these stinking cookies. This year, however, I drew the line. This year I decided not to be a cookie-pusher at work because we’d had lay offs – two series of lay offs to be exact, and I didn’t think it was right to be pushing cookies after that. But someone else did anyway. Not that I have a problem with that! He was totally within his rights as a father and an employee to push those cookies.
I ran into him pushing him cookies in the lunch room and said, “you know, I’ve been doing that here for the last two years, but I decided not to do it this year. This year I am taking off.”
“Why’s that?” he asked.
“Well, after the layoffs and knowing that we’ve put so many of our guys out there on the street, I just felt bad about asking people to buy girl scout cookies. Plus, I’ve done it, and I’m sick of it. And this is probably my daughter’s last year in Girls Scouts this year, so I thought I’d give it a break. I hate asking people for money and pushing those damn cookies.”
He nodded and smiled. “Yeah… So you want to buy some?”
“Oh no, I’ve still got plenty. My daughter is still selling them, I’m just not pushing at work. She’s doing door to door in our neighborhood.”
I don’t know if I should feel bad about not pushing the cookies for my daughter, or feel good about the fact that I didn’t try to get people at work to buy them. I know I busted my ass this year selling cub scout popcorn door to door, and I’m tapped out on the sales thing. It’s not even asking people to buy, it’s the deliveries that are taxing. So, after that, I just didn’t feel like pushing cookies.
Cookies? We don’t need no stinking cookies.
For reference: Smelly Scout Cookies
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Hilarious photo at the end there! lol
I didn’t buy any this year because if I do I either eat them or they languish in my snack drawer. The first one makes me fat and the second makes me poor.
I do like the lemon ones. Glad I didn’t buy any now!
Same here. I can’t stop eating them.
The cupboard is full of cookies now, and I just go in there and shut the door so no one can see me, and I pig out. When my wife wonders why all the cookie boxes are open and half empty, I blame it on the kids.
Ever say no? Suddenly you’re surrounded by mega-girl scouts, all wanting to rip your lips off. I remember some movie where a girl asked if the cookies were made out of real girl scouts. Funny scene.
You can’t say no to girl scouts!
I remember some movie where a girl asked if the cookies were made out of real girl scouts.
I remember that too. I think it was one of the Adam’s Family movies.
One of the best lines ever! Tuesday Adams also said about Halloween costumes that she was dressed like a serial killer because they just look like everybody else. Fantastic!
I love that photo! It’s funny though, that as much as I like to think of myself as such a strident capitalist, I’ve absolutely NEVER been comfortable trying to sell anything! And because I was uncomfortable with it, I really resented the attempts by the schools and other organizations that tried to “guilt trip” my kids into hawking their wares.
Besides, having grown up dirt poor, I’ve always had this thing about not buying anything I can make for myself. Which is why I’ve known how to make just about every kind of cookie, cake, and candy that I’ve liked since I was a kid.
And now that I’m a diabetic, no doubt from a lifetime of eating my own creations, my insistence on “rolling my own” means that I have to actually get off my lazy ass to continue my “sugar-cidal” ways!
This photo is actually posted on our bulletin board at work!
Yeah, the cookies are a problem. Until they’re gone, I’m going to be on a sugar high. Nasty. Especially after a few shots of whiskey when I don’t care about my blood sugar. The other night I gorged on those damned cookies and then went upstairs and passed out. I’m sure I was well over 300.
I’d buy Girl Scout cookies if someone delivered them to my door. I don’t even know if we have that service in sydney…
Maybe they’ve been banned for their violent activities.
I always thought there was something suspicious about the lemon ones. I’m a peanut butter fan. Those lemon lovers – they just look shifty. I can’t put a finger on it.
I agree. They’re my least favorite. I’ll only eat them if there’s nothing else around.
My mother was very strict that my parents would NOT sell them at work for me. It’s so ingrained in me that I will surely have the same rule for my daughter if she joins the Scouts. That’s sad for her because it means that like her mother, she will probably be sidled with the the teeny, tiny “Tried My Best” cookie patch that I got every year. Of course, seeing as I have no sewing skills, I don’t even know if I’ll be able to get the darn patches on her sash, so I guess it’s all for the best.
By then, maybe they’ll just have stamps.
Wouldn’t that be easier?
Then they can have a “stamping” ceremony.