Crackberry Friday: Pepperidge Farm Remembers
Update at bottom
Can you name all the cookies in this box? I can. this was like the ULTIMATE in cookie bliss when I was growing up (ok, honestly, it’s pretty good now too). We got this from a neighbor and let me tell you, I don’t care what anyone says, if you like butter cookies, you squeal with delight when someone gives you one of these (’cause you know you can’t buy them for JUST yourself the box tells you they are for Entertaining). Milanos, Brussels and Pirouettes OH MY!
When we were little we hardly ever saw these in our house. Mom and Dad were pretty tight with their money (ok with 2 kids 18 months apart and in private school they were actually smart with their money unlike me) and we only saw these as a really special treat or if we found Mom’s stash. 
Milanos were my favorite but as time went on and I was able to get these myself I broke out into the Chessmen and the Brussels and that other thin one made with brown sugar. Now I only avoid the ones with chocolate and fruit (ICK!).
Milanos were my favorite but as time went on and I was able to get these myself I broke out into the Chessmen and the Brussels and that other thin one made with brown sugar. Now I only avoid the ones with chocolate and fruit (ICK!). I generally don’t buy them unless I am in a funk and only cookies and tea will solve it. Last night when I saw these in the house I was like a little kid again. I finished ALL my dinner, put my jammies on and had some cookies and tea and let the waves of comfort wash over me. It was wonderful.
Aside: This is why I write. I can find something like having cookies and tea in my jammies , write about it and the good feelings just wash over me again. 
Update: SOMEONE with the first initial P left the door to the kitchen open yesterday while we were at work and G-Dog ate ALL the cookies that were left in the box. She feels much better after puking on my mom’s bedroom carpet.