From time to time, I miss products that used to be part of my everyday life. For example, there was a store-bought-cookie that Peter and I loved. It was about the size of a 50-cent piece, (remember those?) covered with cinnamon and powdered sugar, The cookies bounced around in a sealed white paper bag, sugar-coating our fingers as we dug in.
Because the name of the brand escaped me, I spent way-too-much time Googling "out-of-production cookies," and although I found things like Red Velvet Oreos, I failed to find the cookie we loved.
I do recall Peter's complaining on several occasions that we are out of synch with the world because things we like seem to fail the “stickiness” test.
It’s been a while since I have felt the need to complain that products were better in the olden days. Then last week, I got a serious cold. I went through a box of tissues in record time. And this is the question it raised for me:
Whatever happened to two-ply Kleenex?