The Girl Scouts sell cookies that lure us with their nostalgia and limited-time-only appeal. Just like Eggnog has a season, and fresh tomatoes have a season, Girl Scout Cookies have a season: spring.
Well, file this under “Who Knew?” My friend brought over a box of Girl Scout candy: ’tis the season, apparently. I tried the little chocolate mint penguins, which tasted like grocery store boxed candy (think Russell Stover). While I didn’t experience the magical ambrosia of Girl Scout cookies, they were still cute. And, as always, troops get a large portion of the proceeds for their programs. So go find a girl scout (or, more likely, find a girl scout’s parent, who is selling the goods at work). It’s time for a seasonal treat.
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