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Hard to Find

I was sitting quietly, nibbling a cappuccino-flavored cookie shaped kind of like a flower, when I was overtaken by a sudden image of Salerno Butter Cookies, the delightful cookies of my childhood, the ones with a hole in the middle so you could stick them on your fingers like crispy, baked rings. These cookies keep coming to mind for some reason, so I think I'm meant to buy them. The trouble is, they're so hard to find. They don't have the whiz-bang appeal cookies need to keep them on the grocery store shelves—no chocolate or hidden goo or animal shapes. Kids aren't amused by the simple charm of wearing their cookies like jewelry any more.

You really can find anything online, though, and I have found my long-lost Salerno Butter Cookies at Hometown Favorites. They have an entire hard-to-find grocer where I discovered all kinds of forgotten treats.

I wonder how old this box of cereal is? It can be yours for $4.

No day was complete without a stop at Ben Franklin for a 10¢ Charms pop
or giant wax lips or whistle pops. I'm afraid ordering them online won't have the same appeal as riding to the store on my bike with the neighborhood kids and picking over the candy rack.
I did love those wax lips, though.

Some things are better left hidden, I think.

I wonder, now that I know where to get those little cookies I loved so much, will they taste the same as I remember, or will I just feel stupid with cookies on my fingers?

Comments

dive said…
I think the world needs a photo of our Robyn wearing butter cookie rings and those yummy wax lips!
7:27 AM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
he he i recall TAB and the whistle lollies and, i think, the butter cookies. What fun to see all these again. Who remembers the Aztec chocolate bar? Yum. They should bring that back.
7:27 AM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
Hey look at us twinnies, Dive. Same time. Great minds, huh? lol!
7:28 AM
Utsav said…
We had something called Crax when we were kids. They were corn-based snacks that we used to wear around our fingers and walk around nibbling on them all day. I'd so love to find a pack of those! Or maybe like you said, it's just the novelty of having something from your childhood!
7:35 AM
Mermaid of Moorgate said…
I love scout from to Kill a Mockingbird! I am sure you are not the original, but your depiction of lovely butter cookie rings reminds me of my childhood!
9:01 AM
Scout said…
Dive, I'll take a shot as soon as my order arrives.

Lynn, TAB was battery acid in a can. Bleck.

Utsav, I haven't heard of those, but that's something to investigate.

Mermaid, welcome. No, I'm not the original, but I do look like her, don't you think?
9:07 AM
Anonymous said…
I recognised the Tab cans but nothing else Robyn. I loved putting cheesels on my fingers and eating them one by one.
9:15 AM
Karen Jensen said…
Oh, now, don't bad mouth TAB. I loves the stuff.
9:54 AM
Mrs. G. said…
Wax lips were the best. I also liked the lick-em-sticks...but I usually immediately consumed the chalky vanilla stick.
10:51 AM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
he he Bleck. Love that! Onomatapeia at its best. I do remember drinking some of the stuff, what's more i recall it being in the back of the cinema. Why there, who knows?

Bit of a fiction break over at mine Robyn if you've five mins to put your feet up.

Think i'll be starting that book tonight. I'll report back.
12:05 PM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
It must be cookie day robyn as I too had a craving for some old favorites.

and butter cookies are boring to kids but things were siplier when we was young eh?
6:11 PM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
Excuse my typos but you know what I meant ...right???
6:12 PM
Identity Mixed said…
Quisp? Certainly does not sound like anything I would want to eat.
9:05 PM
Anonymous said…
I miss Tab. It disappeared from our shelves a long time ago.
10:00 PM
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