“When the time came to sell cookies, my mother, to whom few things could have been more shameful than the idea of my going door-to-door trying to sell anything, sold all the cookies herself, to her own mother. Ten years later, when I was visiting my grandmother in Ankara, I found them in the pantry: thirty unopened boxes of Girl Scout cookies. “Why didn’t you eat your cookies?” I asked. “Oh, they’re cookies? I thought they were candles,” said my grandmother.”
