Return of the Slovenly

Son is home for the summer from college. He’s been here less than 24 hours. He doesn’t just arrive, he explodes as he comes in the door.  Below are just 2 of the previously tidy spaces his valuable possessions have invaded.

I went to Costco last week and stocked up, in anticipation of His Hungriness.  He enthusiastically surveyed the larder and said, “So, how long did you want this food to last?”

Right now, I’m annoyed and scared for my bank account. I’ll need to re-read this when the house is too quiet in September.

How many in a dozen?

snackwells

I purchased several boxes of the above excuse-for-cookies.  Disguised as decadent treats, they are outstanding only in their mediocrity.

But, they were on sale.

Oldest son was visiting and was overcome with an immediate need for something sweet. These quasi-treats were the best I could offer.

I was trying to convince my son that these were delicious and oh-so healthy.  I was looking at the nutrition label when I noticed something odd.

Servings Per Container about 12.

about 12

I did a quick survey of my pantry to confirm that boxes with discrete pieces had exact serving sizes.  In contrast, my boxes of cereal had approximations.

taco shells

cereal boxes

My son’s explanation was that if a box only contained 10 or 11 cookies, the company couldn’t be sued because they honestly indicated there were only “about 12” in the box.

Lazy quality control?  No copy editors available to proof the info printed on the box?

Another one of life’s mysteries.