When I was a kid my grandpa, my mom's dad, used to bring over all sorts of sweets -- bags and bags of sweet rolls, wafer cookies, and most memorably, marshmallow cookies. He had a sweet tooth but was no longer able to satisfy the tooth so he attempted to do it second hand through his
grandkids. We didn't mind of course, how often do you get to eat sweet rolls until you're so full you can't eat another bite?
I hadn't thought about the plethora of
sweety goodness he brought to us in a long time but today, Sam saw these in the store:
Sam begged for them and I gave in due to
nostalgia, not because he begged, really! I told him about my grandpa's love for such things. When we got home he immediately gave them a try:
Sam would have liked his great grandpa.
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WHAAAA! I remember those! Now I must look for them here! (fat chance I'll find them) I probaby won't like them now, but looks like Sam does!
I'm sure they are still excellent!
My Mom was a fan, too -and she didn't really care for many sweets.
Huh. When I was in high school, "whippets" were a method of getting high. I don't remember the details because this was not my drug of choice. To me, the thing in the picture is called a Mallomar. Yum.
Never got into Mallomars. They were just too sweet. I was a Mystic Mint girl.
Elisa that reminds me of a store in Madison that had a sign "Whippets are a gas!" I'm all too familiar with whippets but i'm not supposed to admit that, am I? Haven't thought of them in years and years though.
I never heard of these cookies being called Whippets, either. They were (and always will be) Mallomars!
Some guy in my dorm in college used to buy real whippets wholesale by the case. He would have the distributor address them to the local pizza parlor in Hanover, "care of Dave Harper's dorm room," and the company sent them to him every time!
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