It’s All Good?

Since 1880, Utah has been privileged to have its very own dairy, Winder Dairy, which prides itself on having healthy cows without antibiotics or growth hormones. Being as my daughter and I are milk fiends, I am willing to spend extra money to get the good stuff. However, if I go straight to the dairy, I get their all-natural, healthy milk for almost one dollar less than the un-natural, un-healthy generic stuff in the grocery stores.

The store at the dairy is pitifully small. Not a lot of extraneous items or impulse buys; just good, clean milk, cheese and various other dairy products. Usually I am able to run in, go right to the refrigerator, grab a gallon of milk, pay and be out of there in under one minute. Another reason why I like going to the dairy.

Tonight, though, I caught a glimpse of something that stopped me short. The Pink Cookie. It is a gargantuan sugar-fest, this cookie, as big as my hand, over half an inch thick with about an eighth inch thick of bawdy neon-pink frosting and sprinkles. It is a sugar fanatic’s best dream and a diabetics worst nightmare. Standing at the register, it took me all of about three seconds to give in to the lure of the pink. I had to have one.

I was introduced to these cookies about 20 years ago when I worked with “Granny B’s” daughter who would peddle them to us, her co-workers. It was then that I became addicted to the sugar-coated sin. I remember lining up with my other salivating friends as our eyes glazed over while we anticipated running to our separate corners to shovel in the massive treat as quickly as possible. And woe be to the one who came too late to get a cookie because no one would share theirs.

I rushed out to the car with my treasure, relishing the moment when I tore into the clear cellophane wrapper and the smell of sugar-sweetness wafted through the air. My mouth watered. I trembled with excitement. It was like Christmas morning! Oh! And that first bite? Oh! Heaven! My teeth sunk through the smooth frosting and into the crumbly-soft-as-cake cookie and I closed my eyes in bliss.

The heaven lasted for the three minutes – okay, three seconds – it took me to gobble it down, all the while ignoring the information blaring at me from the cellophane. I wouldn’t even look there because I knew what it said. That was the reason I had broken up with my love in the first place. These Pink Cookies are really, really bad for you.

See, way back when these cookies came fresh from Granny B’s kitchen, sometimes still warm, in pretty baskets, underneath fancy cloths. There were no cellophane wrappers to give away all the secrets. In the beginning, somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew it was a far from healthy treat, but ignored the internal warnings. Like, when my jaw started aching as the sugar settled into my joints, my vision became wavy, I felt dizzy and a horrific band of pain would strap itself around my skull as my blood sugar level spiked through the roof.

When first glancing at the wrapper, it ain’t too bad. Only 15g of carbohydrates? Cool! And only 6g of fat? Wow! For a while, I convinced myself that they were almost good for me and ate them happily. Then, a few months later, I glanced at another wrapper…