Since late last year, I’ve rarely bothered to go into the cookie aisle at the grocery store. As soon as I saw the end-of-season hole in the shelf where my beloved Mallomars used to be stocked, the aisle lost its meaning. The other cookies perked up, straightening themselves up in the hopes that we would now notice them and consider making them a part of our family…only to quickly hang their heads in disappointment. Please. What’s the point? I did try the candy corn flavored Oreos, hoping that would help. Eh. Not bad. But no substitute for Mallomars.
As the leaves have started turning and Halloween candy has made its way to store shelves, I’ve been peeking down the cookie aisle with the slightest glimmer of hope. It’s fall. Fall is the cusp of Mallomar season.
I went to the store today to put together a care package for my college freshman, an even bigger Mallomar freak than myself. Could this be the day? Could the Cookie Gods really be that kind?
And there they were.
Yes, the boxes in the photo belong to us. All five of them.
Hey, life is short…and Mallomar season is even shorter. We have but four months to consume these bad boys and we’re not wasting one second of it. We’re making up for eight months of mourning.
(Okay, I’m clearly embellishing here (although we really did buy five boxes). It’s a blog. Whaddrya gonna do. But these things are really good. If you can find them, give them a try. They’re worth it.)