Memo

3/3/08 07:50
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[personal profile] madrobins
To the stocky middle aged woman (who isn't me) who passed by Avocado and her friend selling cookies on Taravel Street on Saturday afternoon: you don't have to buy cookies. But a simple "No thank you" will do. "I'll buy your cookies when you stop putting poison in them" is gratuitously hurtful to a couple of 12 year old kids who are just trying to help their troop, and conveys no useful information which might cause a change in additives or recipe.

And by the way, if the "poison" you referred to was partially hydrogenated oil, the cookies no longer have them (which is to say, they use hydrogenated oil to grease the pans, but the impact is negligible). If you'd been a little less truculent it would have been possible to tell you that. You are so lucky that my superego is as well-managed as it is, and that I didn't have a blunt instrument to hand. And that I was trying to set a good example for the girls.