Operation: Rob The Jar

Finding Girl Scouts selling cookies is kind of like seeing a celebrity. You know that they're out there, when you see them you get all excited and have to tell everyone you know what you saw. I'm not sure why, but a I have the hardest time finding Girl Scouts selling cookies each spring. It's not as if the cookies are hot and have to be sold on the black market or dark alleyways in neighborhoods that you wouldn't venture into even with a full arsenal. They're cookies that people love! You should see a Girl Scout peddling them on every street corner. I've even noticed, on the rare occasion that I find them, that they have even stopped posting prices. A Girl Scout knows that if she sees someone walking her way that person is making a purchase no matter what the price. That's even power Sam Walton doesn't weld.

This year, luckily, I have the hook up. Kati works with someone that has a daughter in this secret society and apparently all I have to do to get my coveted Samoas is leave a briefcase of unmarked, non-sequential bills on the picnic table at Rockledge Park at midnight and when I return in the morning, there will be my cookies. I was also instructed not involve the police or try any funny business.

But I'm done being their pawn.

The recipes for these scrumptious morsels are kept under lock and key but I have been working with the dregs of society to penetrate their fortress and release to the world what is rightfully ours. We have made many attempts and lost many good men along the way but their loss is your gain for today I give to you the recipes for Samoas, Thin Mints, Do Si Dos, Tagalongs and Shortbreads. Unfortunately our plan was thwarted before we could fully decode the recipe for Dulce de Leche, the only word that we could make out was "milk" and we already knew that one going in.

So take this prize and treat it well. Know that many a men were lost so that you could break the binds of tyranny. And may these "girls" know that their heavy handed ruling is at an end.