The problem with living in basically one place for nearly 30 years is that I wasn't really aware that the foods I grew up enjoying were regional and not national. I've explained before the culture shock (for food) I experienced when I moved to Ohio. But Black and White cookies were something I didn't even realize I couldn't get here. (I have actually found them at a pizza place in Pickerington, but it's owned by people from Pittsburg and so is just slightly off on both pizza and black and white cookies.) Some friends of ours mentioned them a couple of years ago when they were talking about a trip they took to New York City, and it was like waking up. I looked around and realized I'd not seen a black and white cookie in Ohio.
Anyway, one of these same friends mentioned to me a few weeks ago that he was travelling to NYC and asked if I needed anything while he was there. Nobody ever wants to bring me back a pizza. Believe me, I've asked everyone. So, since he was going to be in Times Square anyway, I asked him to go Here:
And to bring me 7 of these:
And he did.
And the Smith family loves him for it.
Thanks, Eldon!
