Samoas

Coconut is of the devil. Just ask my college roommate. I used to remind her often. It became a thing where she responded, often when it had nothing to do with anything, "That's because you don't like coconut."

Anyway, I used to maintain that belief wholeheartedly. It could just burn in the underworld right along with onions as far as I was concerned. Unlike onions, however, it was the coconut's texture that was at fault.

My college cafeteria made these delicious little macaroon thingymabobers and they were to die for. So, as I popped them like peanuts, I decided that coconut was of the devil in all matters except bite sized macaroons. Even coconut deserved a little gray area. Life is just not always black and white.

My husband was approached by a girl in our church selling Girl Scout cookies. He bought two boxes. Unbeknownst to him, I was approached by a different girl in our church. I bought four boxes. (You can tell which of us has the greater sweet tooth, no?) So, with a total of six boxes in our house we won't be buying cookies for awhile. Troy bought a box of Tagalongs because he knows they are my favorite and he knows I won't buy them because they are a total rip off. You get like three cookies for the same price as several dozen trefoils (which I will always think of as "Scotties"). He also bought a box of Samoas, for himself. I gagged as is often my reaction to things covered in coconut coming into my house. I bought two boxes of Thin Mints, a box of "Scotties" and a box of...Tagalongs. I know. I was horrible. I looked at that little order form and I could not resist the pull of those peanut butter patties. So now we have two boxes of cookies that I can easily consume in one sitting. Don't make the mistake of thinking I'm kidding. My mom and I did it once. But the Tagalongs are not the subject of this post.

I just frolicked around in the pantry a bit looking for a small sweet snack. The box of Samoas was open. I was desperate. Also, aside from the desperation, I wondered when, if ever, I'd actually tasted one. I pulled the box down off the shelf. I looked at it. I pondered it. I opened it. I held a coconut covered cookie in my hand. And then I shoved it into my mouth.

WHY HAVE I BEEN MISSING OUT ON THESE FOR ALL THESE YEARS? It was just like those stupid macaroons. You could barely taste the coconut and, if you could get past the texture (I could!) the cookie was amazing. What does this mean for my future? Do I need to reevaluate where coconut comes from? Does it actually come from tropical places and not hell as I previously believed?

And you know what else, I've been cooking with onions more. They still have to be fully cooked for me to appreciate them on any level but what is going on? Are my taste buds changing? Is it old age? I am, after all, only 18 months away from thirty. (Wow. I only just now realized that fact and I do not like it.) Anyway. Protect your Samoas. Someone who's spent a lifetime not knowing what she was missing is on the loose.