Tomorrow, I leave for a two-week self-guided historic food tour through Paris. There will be perfectly flaky pastries and artisanal ice cream and divine butter and rich sauces and fancy chocolates and to-die-for foie gras and crackly baguettes and delicious Moroccan dishes … and, most likely, a corresponding five- to ten-pound gain in cushion for the pushin’.
But before I depart, I want to leave you with an edible gift that’s historic (in its own American way and because it was my first catering experience for my friend Meghan’s gorgeous Lake Tahoe wedding!), rich (in caramel, butter, and chocolate), and so entirely delicious as to justify the time it takes to make it: the gift of bake-’em-yourself Girl Scout cookies.
Camping trips, craft projects, sleepover parties, and games with my best friends – my Girl Scout troopmates – fill my childhood memories. But selling Girl Scout cookies without getting to eat any until I got home and mom finally gave in and bought a box? That was pure torture.
Back then, local grocery stores were kind enough to allow us to set up a booth to sell some cookies, but the big selling was done door-to-door. (Clearly, this was before websites existed to inform our parents that the guy next door had a prior child molestation conviction.)
Once I became a full-fledged, incredibly intelligent and experienced, “always prepared” Girl Scout, my mom required me to lead my fledgling Brownie Scout of a sister around the neighborhood and split between us the credit for total number of cookie boxes sold.
I was less than pleased to have a mandatory tag-a-long (Ha! Bad pun on another Girl Scout cookie!), but onwards and upwards we went. Literally. (more…)