My son, the genious...

My son haphazardly came up with a new, most delicious snack the other night. It's truly amazing - a breathtaking leap into the world of the-most-fantastic-things-to-eat-ever.

Girl Scout Thin Mints dipped in peanut butter.

I thought I wouldn't like it. After all, I'm a Thin Mint purist. Don't mess with my Thin Mints. In fact, I'm a Girl Scout Cookie purist - don't mess with any of them (except for those Cartwheels which I have lovingly started calling the 'cardstocks' for their deep paper flavor).
He had just dipped his Thin Mint into my cup of coffee, which irked me (don't mess with my coffee either) and now there was a crumb in it. I only let the crumb go because it was a Thin Mint dropping. He moved down the counter ready to dip his Thin Mint into anything else that happened to be about. He's a brave explorer. Next in line was the Jiff peanut butter. He didn't even pause to think about it. I gasped as I watched him dip his Thin Mint into the jar. I gasped loudly enough that he actually stopped mid-dip to look at me to figure out what my problem was. When he recognized what my panic was about, he grew a wry little smile on his round, freckled face and continued on with his plan to execute his Thin Mint by drowning it's perfect flavor in a goopy condiment. The further he pushed his cookie into the peanut butter mirth, the wider his smile grew. He could hear my breath quicken and my little moans of anguish as he continued plunging it in. I was cringing.
When he'd gotten goop to generously cover one end of the cookie, he turned to me, held it out to me and said, grinning smartly, "Wanna try?" I paused. I looked at it. I thought about it. My heart raced. I took a bite. I'm not a huge fan of peanut butter, so I didn't take a very large bite. I got about 1/4 of the cookie with about a thumbnail sized glob of peanut butter.
Holy crap.
It was so incredibly delicious so quickly that I gasped again. I didn't want to chew. It would go away too fast if I chewed. But, I had to because that boy was just standing there looking at me trying to figure out if it was good or not. Why did Mom just freeze?
I chewed and breathed, chewed and breathed. Had he really just improved upon the world's best cookie? It's pure perfection made better? He had a bite too. He groaned. With his mouth full of cookie and peanut butter, he put his hands on the edge of the counter, pushed his body back and took a deep breath - as if needing room to take in enough oxygen to get through the remainder of the cookie that he too was reluctant to chew and fully devour. He persevered.

To him, it was a discovery. He explored, he discovered.
To me, it was a revelation.

I still eat my Thin Mints plain. It just feels a little too much like Eve's apple to me; so good, it must be forbidden. But I know there will be days when this forbidden fruit will call to me and I won't be able to resist.