St Michel French Butter Cookies Review
Like salty fireworks on your tongue.
Like salty fireworks on your tongue.
Like a very sophisticated peanut butter cup.
A mild inconvenience for vampires.
I must fulfill my moral obligations.
You bought 64 ounces of Craisins. Now what?
Vivacious. And mostly wholesome.
It has potential. Sort of.
Forget the cookies — buy it for the functional decor!
They will never escape purgatory.
Five cent cookies!
I’m not like the other Bisconie Bites!
Smokey the Bear would like a word.
If peanut butter had a love child with cotton candy.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
120% as good as the hype.
Enough dill to haunt you for all eternity.
Beware the soulless nuts.
The cheese squeaks.
Long live the Crème!
Small Batch Wonders.