While shopping at Bulk Barn for candy for Ellie’s birthday gift, (miniature claw arcade game—shhhh) and chia–a powdery substance I’ve been told via a subscriber of all-things-Dr.-Oz if I don’t start snorting this stuff daily I will be dead by the weekend. Yes, I understand the irony of entering a store to buy both candy and chia but that has nothing to do with the turtle cookie cutter I found. Still, I can’t help but wonder if this chia powder is instead of saving my life, meant to grow a Scooby Doo head with greens sprouting from every orifice from within my large intestine.
I found a cookie cutter in the shape of a turtle in between the candy and chia aisles and I became extremely excited. My kids have become obsessed with turtles, saving the turtles, created a turtle-esque board game, started a save-the-turtles fund (currently $4.07) and regularly ask to bake cookies to be sold outside the grocery store. While one collects money for the cookies, the other is meant to beg for loose change from people who don’t have a sweet tooth but might have a quarter in their jackets….or shells. They also have a keen interest in the Drug Store poppy business in early November.
I have no idea if thousands of stores carry turtle shaped cookie cutters I just know for $.60, I wasn’t leaving without it. Except sadly, I did leave without it because when I got home, the cookie cutter was not in my bag and I sifted through every ounce of chia to be sure, nor was it on my receipt.
Was it worth the trip back to the store? Likely not, I knew it would probably still be there another day unless word of turtle patrol went viral within the next 24 hours.
I even made it a point to email a friend to tell her I had struck gold and found a turtle cookie cutter and I think her response was extremely telling.
She replied, “Isn’t it funny the things that make us happy these days?”
Wow, I am such a loser.
Not only have I been thinking about all of the kinds of turtle cookies we could be making with that cutter if only the check-out girl had noticed it on the steel counter rather than pre-occupying herself with asking me what on earth chia was, like I had a clue, but I felt it newsworthy and actually told someone about it.
While I’m confessing, I had told two other random people about my find and wondered if they shared the same excitement?
When people ask, “Have you read XYZ book?” I always think to myself, who on earth has time to read? Clearly someone spending this much time obsessing over a cookie cutter shaped like a turtle might do herself some good if she changed her focus to a few minutes of reading on a weekly basis.
