Girl Scout Cookies–a great American institution or just one giant scam perpetrated on us by the Illuminati? My stance is that it’s somewhere in the middle (who’s to say our shadow government isn’t also good at baking?), and every year we buy these cookies, expecting greatness. But are they really as fantastic as you remember them to be?
Here’s a test of four of this year’s cookies, carefully vetted, as we try to debunk and/or verify yet another great American myth.
Just like you serve cheap beer as cold as possible to hide its flavor, Thin Mints are best served frozen. You can call these as classic as you want, but, frankly, I think America is confusing quality and nostalgia. The mint kinda reminds me of toothpaste, and I just cannot see what the fuzz is about. Call me a curmudgeon, but that’s how I feel.
These might just be the new classic, and I am OK with that. The Samoas stands up for itself, pushing the Thin Mints to the side, demanding your attention and respect. And that’s what it deserves: Make tonight a Samoas night, and I think you’ll feel pretty good about yourself.
The Tagalongs are kinda like the Girl Scout’s sheepish way of apologizing for Thin Mints. There are similarities, but here the toothpaste is gone, replaced with… well, not good peanut butter, but peanut butter nonetheless. It’s a pretty respectable little cookie, one which is worth some consideration.
No. Don’t get these. Sprinkle some lemonade powder on a Ritz cracker, and the result will be about equal.
Verdict? The Samoas are worthwhile, as are the Tagalongs.
One can, of course, consider that the Illuminati is made up of an army of eight year old girls, and I would guess that you, as me, would find that highly plausible. After all, who else would have a system in place to handdeliver $4 boxes of cookies?