There are a few reasons I sometimes dread going to the mailbox…the bills I’m likely to find, the guilty feeling that comes on when I look at the dead flowers around the base, the fear that the door will finally fall off on my watch.
And then…then there are the reasons I love going to the mailbox. Collectively, those reasons can be called surprises! Like the one I found yesterday. A white square box with my name on it. In a handwriting I didn’t recognize. And a return address boasting a town big enough to be abbreviated.
The good and kind people that make Wheat Thins must know what it feels like to go to the mailbox and find a surprise because they sent to me just that: a white square box with handwriting I didn’t recognize, a return address boasting a town big enough…well, you know…and what did it have inside?
A BOX OF WHEAT THINS!
As if the snacks weren’t enough, there was something else inside that box that warmed my ole ticker. Yep, the good-ole-fashioned, never-goes-out-of-style handwritten note. And it was on good paper. Cream colored. And Team Wheat Thins even used a good pen – I could tell. I have a trained eye.
The note had a salutation, a body and a closing. There were no misspellings, the ink wasn’t smudged and the comments were specific. I even called my children to gather ’round, have a look at how it’s done right. As impressed as a 13 year old can be, Emma said, “Cool. Can we have some?”
Take a look at the recipes on the Wheat Thins website. If you’re planning on hosting a Memorial Day party this weekend, there are some great dips (with minimal prep time). Or, feel free to use my Summertime Standby: block of pepperjack cheese, round of smoked gouda and Wheat Thins served on a wooden cutting board with chilled Pinot Grigio.
One of the tag lines on the Wheat Thins box says “Always toasted, never fried”. Just like me!
Yeah, not really.