4-H wasn't the same as Girl Scouts

Half the Girl Scout cookies I purchased are now packaged and ready to send to the college student. Well, almost half. When she was that age, we went around to the neighbors and took orders from friends. Plus I put the order sheet out on my desk at work. And the girls learned about business: Provide a product people want and network like crazy.

No Girl Scout troup existed on the farm. Instead, we had 4-H. We sold nothing. We made everything. You want cookies? We made them: Snickerdoodles, oatmeal-raisin, peanut butter. I still have the Wine Hill Lucky Lassies' cookbook. My cousins were in that 4-H club. My clubs were never organized enough to produce a cookbook. We did understand cooking, however, and each served homemade treats when hosting the meeting.

The Thin Mints will go into the freezer. (Did you know that not all the boxes are the same size, and the Trefoils didn't fit in the care package? Really they didn't fit.) Maybe, though, when the girl comes home this summer, I'll get out that 4-H club cookbook and teach her to bake a couple of batches from scratch.

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