I remember when they used to go door to door and now they set up in front of stores and send the munchkin panhandlers out, except for the spoiled little girls. Their Moms hawk for them while they sit and discuss fashion trends in Barbie attire.
I am supposed to be off all sugar, as much as one can, and I do like those cookies. They are simplistic and consistent throughout the years.
Hell of a lot better than that crappy popcorn the Boy Scouts sell, Trail's End. That's where they found that stuff, at the end of some trail lost back when the wagon trains were headed West. The Boy Scouts missed out, they should be selling cocktail onions, olives and bar fruit. Be useful, get a badge worth wearing. "Hey, where is Billy? I hear he just got his Bartending badge. Let's put the little nipper to work"!