They are too much like a cracker.
They’re not quite as tooth-achingly sweet as Samoas or Tag-A-Longs…so it’s difficult for your brain (well, mine at least) to make the connection that you just ingested a bunch of sugar and should therefore be satisfied.
No. A Thin Mint is decidedly bland enough to trick your (my) brain into thinking, “You are eating a Ritz cracker that is exceptionally tasty. One more certainly wouldn’t hurt.” Indeed. One more wouldn’t hurt…right? Right?
Better content as soon as I decide what to write about first…my farting puppy or about the baby that is currently kicking me in some kind of nameless soft organ. Spleen perhaps? Who knows.