New mail from Rabbi 🙂
I just bought a vending machine triple choc choc-chip cookie. You know the ones that promise so much: I’m cookie, they say. I have choc-chips, they say. Half of me is covered in actual chocolate, they say. You’re actually not sure what the third type of chocolate is, but you know it’s there.
The vending machine light bathes you in a soft halogen fuzz. You stand there in front of the machine, wondering if you should buy one. Not as healthy the nut bar or the other healthy snack food. But you’re smarter than that. Each of those products are just as bad for you. If you look at the back of the pack, they’ve all got the same amount of every type of fat, sugar, sodium and bi-phenyl-di-methylate as the last. At least the triple-choc choc chip cookie is honest. You know where it stands and you know what it stands for: not just one type of chocolate in a cookie, but three different kinds. Even if you don’t know what the last one is. You know what you’re getting with the triple-choc choc chip cookie, It mightn’t be good for you, but at least it will be good.
You put in your $2.20. You rip open the triple choc choc-chip cookie and take a bite. It tastes like ass.
You don’t have another $2.20 in loose change.