anything once: judging some brownies

They stood in a crooked row, their blue button down shirts in stark contrast with their brown skirt, brown knee high socks, brown beret, brown vest. They each had a dozen or more colorful badges on their vests, and most were wearing black and white saddle shoes. I loathe the combination of black and brown, so my eyes were automatically drawn to the one girl with blue Toms and the other girl with white Keds. Between the two of them, Toms had better hair, but Keds had a nicer smile.


"If you could be any Girl Scout cookie, which would you be and why?" I asked, like a pageant judge.


"I'd be Savannah Smiles because they taste like lemons, and when life gives you lemons you make lemonade cookies and you smile," said Toms with the inferior smile. Irony.


"I'd be Thin Mints because they're freaking delicious," said Keds with the mousy hair.


Some of the blackandbrowns also responded, but I was thinking about Thin Mints while they spoke.


Clearly, Keds won my judgement. Thin Mints really are delicious.




In conclusion, that was all a lie. I didn't judge Girl Scout Brownies, I judged brownies that you eat. I just didn't have enough to say about that experience to merit an entire post. My office threw me a brownie judging contest as a going away party. I ate six different kinds of brownies. Amanda's won, and she admitted that she just bought a random box mix. Hey, I like to keep things simple.

I was seriously shocked at my inability to eat an entire tray of brownies.

Congratulation, Amanda!

In conclusion, this is certainly a first I'd like to repeat. Maybe if I train more I can polish off all six entries.