Shut up, Pepperidge Farm
I'm sorry to say that my enjoyment yesterday of the new Milano double cookie from Pepperidge Farm was severely inhibited when I read the copy on the side of the cookie bag.
No there wasn't a mistake that my brain sought to copy edit, but rather cookie poetry:
by Pepperidge Farm
Begin with a baker's soul. Seek the finest ingredients. Explore nature's infinite variety of flavors and textures - sweet, crunchy, rich…oh, and chocolate. Entertain inspirations.
Embrace decadent cravings. Reward yourself.
Open…Taste…Delight.
Barf.
Labels: Nonsense
6 Comments:
Speaking of cookies...check out this reader I wrote for MMR yesterday...
Scratch and sniff bus shelters???
The smell of freshly baked cookies will soon be wafting from a San Francisco bus shelter near you.
The smell comes from scented adhesives that have been placed throughout 5 local bus shelters.
Behind the nose seduction is the California Milk Processor Board..who hopes the scent will stir a thirst.
Got milk?
These two items might do the impossible: turn me away from cookies. Especially when they're mingled with the smell of a San Francisco bus shelter, whose indescribable scent has notes of pee and diesel fuel.
Poetry or cookie stream-of-consciousness?
Pepperidge Farm remembers.
Leave it to NB to fixate on some high-falutin' cookie. What's wrong with a f*cking Oreo? Or how about a ginger snap?
You've become a cookie snob, just what I expected after all that blah-blah about Italian wine.
Mule Man
The Art of the Fart.
Eat some Pepperidge Farm Cookies
Drink some Beer
Get a super BJ from Nicole Richie
Break Wind...Repeat
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