Dear deep fried Samoas, I can’t tell you how disappointed I am. Those 10 coupons I spent on you are 10 coupons I’ll never get back. I could’ve gone on the scary haunted house ride twice with 10 coupons! Instead, I wasted them on four of you. Why? Because I love Girl Scout Cookies. Whenever I have in my possession a purple box of Samoas, I treat those chocolatey soft cookies as tenderly as if they were my own daughters. Naturally, when I went to the State Fair, I was curious to see your new uniform.
Everything changes when you’re deep fried, though. You lose your gooey, chewy appeal. That fried potato chip-like encasing takes all the fun out of eating Samoas. Yes, you’re drizzled with chocolate and caramel sauce. Yes, you have the toasted coconut flakes sprinkled on top. But, admit it, you don’t look like a Samoa anymore. You’re missing your wheel appeal. I can’t eat you like this – not when you’re stuck in a weird crispy fried thing that looks like it has pimples popping all over it.
Please, do me a favor and lose the deep fried part of you. It gets in the way of your sweetness. Samoas, I love you just the way you are.
