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."
Me: "Chemicals?"
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.
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I've stopped buying the stuff and started handing over a check for a small donation, of which they can keep all 100%.
You wouldn't believe how the kids and their parents don't quite get it.
Bridget
I love, love, love your Blog - When are you writing that book? Erma B. was also from Ohio - you're her successor!!! Maryanne
I heard the greatest advice when it comes to food the other day: If it won't rot, don't eat it!
You smug? Never!
You're hilarious.
Eww. Chemicals is right. Those cookies are worse than frozen pancakes (not that I've ever been crazy enough to try them).
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