Monday, June 1, 2009
Can You Believe It?
I know. I can hardly believe it either. Those are break apart cookies, purchased by me, under duress, for a school fundraiser. Mostly people support the healthy snacks/healthy lunch efforts. Except sometimes I do have to endure snide comments when different classes or the PTA decide to do something like a Little Ceasar's Fundraiser. Whatever.
So I decided that I would support the team and buy Little Ceasar's for the fundraiser so the fourth grade could afford to go on their yearly camping trip. Even though I don't even have a fourth grader yet.
So I bought some personal pizza kits, which we used at Declan's birthday party (and beyond--I think they bred and multiplied in the freezer) and some of these break apart cookie dough things.
The kids love them.
Their flavor is. . .unique. In fact, Eamonn was eating them and said, "Hmmm. What is that I can taste? I can't quite put my finger on it."
Eamonn: "Yep, that's it."
Truly, you can taste the chemicals. Obviously, I won't be buying them again.
And maybe next year we'll grow wheat grass and sell it for the fundraiser instead.
I'm kidding. They can sell whatever they want. I just won't buy it. And when everybody else's kids at school start to glow from eating this crap, I'll just smile smugly. Because that's the kind of fella I am.