Steak Umms
One more time: “The best part of all is when you steak-umm…in your mouth.”
(Submitted by the mind-reading jbrilliant)
Dunkaroos!
(Submitted by Alie)
Ha, yes.
Spoiler Alert: Skor Bars post! Coming Up!
I just drank some tea and ate some Lorna Doones and fell into a panic because I realized that perhaps, someday, all of the 80-year-old women who keep Lorna Doones in production (your grandma and I have the same taste in cookies) will eventually pass away, and in this era of Oreo Cakesters (Ugh. Millenials! Even your damn cookies have to be soft and sweet!*) there will perhaps be no one to pick up the Lorna Doone torch except for me, and they’ll stop making them.
These are the things I worry about: not cancer, not arthritis, not heart disease or any of the other myriad apples waiting to fall on my head from the genetics tree, but the idea of growing older and having my favorite cookies disappear.
Basically I’m just asking you to buy Lorna Doones. And Munchos. And Skor bars.
*also I was born in 1981 so I’m a part of that three year timespan that can technically claim no allegiance to either Gen X or Gen Y. We’re the Jan Bradys of society! Generation Apple Jacks, I Eat What I Like! DEAL WITH IT!
