So I’m walking through the office, and I notice a table loaded with Girl Scout cookies. Yes, it’s that time of year when child labor laws all over the country are disregarded. Now, I have no problem with our youth serving as indentured servants to peddle the wares of corporate America. My issue is with the offerings.

Now those of you were born before 1982 might remember when Girl Scouts hocked a lil gem called the Scot-Tea. It was less of a cookie and more like manna from Heaven. Thin little shortbread cookies that were coated with sugar crystals. You’d buy them by the case and eat them by the sleeve. I tried to describe them to this spring chicken and she asked “You mean the ones in the round tin?”

Butter cookies??!! Are you serious? Butter cookies are only second to Fruit Cake as the most worthless holiday treat. But I digress.

They were a big hit, but one day on the eve of the cookie eating season, the powers that be decided they just take the Scot-Tea off the menu. Ain’t that about a kick in the macadamias?

So each year I dust off my picket signs and protest the injustice of the Girl Scouts for making me an addict then cutting off my supply. But this year, I plan a more productive course of action. I found a recipe for Scot-Teas here, and you can go here if you want to ask for the Scot-Tea’s return. Hopefully, one way or another, we can bring my childhood friend back.

I am the Strawboss. C is for cookie. That’s good enough for me.

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