It is only human... we get attached to things that will not last forever. A favorite pair of jeans that will eventually become dated and faded, a piece of costume jewelry that will break, even a favorite shade of lipstick that will one day be discontinued just because it contains a little lead or rat poo.
This Undercover Blogger is attached to a certain grocery store that will soon close it's doors... and, my fans, you cannot imagine how difficult this will be for me.
I know it sounds strange, but I grew up going to this grocery store. It feels like home to me. I know where to find every item at every single one of their locations. I have my favorite checkout peeps... and my favorite rotisserie chicken... and the store brand of 100% cranberry juice...not to mention some great memories (getting excited about a trip JUST to buy Popsicles in the summer, running for that last can of chicken broth on Thanksgiving, collecting stamps for free towels... driving all over town to get the towels...) but most of all... OOOOOOOH, most of all I will miss their delicious m&m cookies =(
I love these cookies. Sure, they taste a little like plastic. No, they are not made with wheat flour and carob chips. Yes, they are supremely unhealthy. But I love them... and always have.
Last night, with tears in my eyes, I parked my car at the store. I went straight to the little rotisserie chicken area only to find that they were no longer supplying them... so with fear in my heart, I walked quickly to the bakery area... and there they stood... glimmering in a sea of nasty peanut butter cookies and lame-o chocolate chip cookies... MY m&m cookies. I grabbed them, held them close for a moment, and then checked out with my prize. I took them home and gobbled up 6 (whoops) and my adorable husband inhaled 4. So now we're left with 12 treasured cookies. My guess is they'll be gone before the end of the night. I'll never be able to replicate the taste... and nothing, not even some eclair covered in ganache from a French patisserie, will ever take their place.
Let's not even get me started on the store I will be forced to shop in from now on. They thrive on customer service. I don't want to yuck it up with the fruit lady at 5:30. I don't want to taste the ham I have had a thousand times. And I DON'T want help out to my car (they might discover that my trunk is a storage place for clearance Depends to take to the nursing home...). I don't want to battle the after work crowds or the afternoon crowds or the Saturday morning crowds, squeezing down packed aisles...
SIIIIIIIGHHHHH........
To everything there is a season... farewell beloved cookies...
Sadly,
-Undercover Blogger
