Amelia's Farm Fresh Cookies
Amelia's Farm Fresh Cookies
[What looks like the back of a package of cookies is shown.]
[Top left: Product logo.] Amelia's Farm-Fresh Cookies [Parts of an oval surround the logo]
[Middle left: What appears to be a standard Nutrition Facts panel, though the details are illegible squiggles]
[Bottom left: What appears to be an ingredients list, though the details are illegible squiggles, and a few other squiggles]
[Right side:] Our Story Growing up on my grandma's farm, I spent so many cozy mornings in the kitchen, watching her take trays of fresh-baked cookies from the oven. Her cookies were just awful . She used the finest ingredients. Eggs straight from the coop, stone-ground flour, hand-churned butter. But she squandered them. It's so sad. She told me I was too picky, but I know what cookies are supposed to taste like. When I started a bakery, I vowed not to repeat her mistakes. These cookies won't fall apart in your hands. They have gooey centers, and slightly crisp exteriors, not the other way around, Grandma . There's no mysterious gritty texture. Why would there be? If you enjoy these cookies, please write to my grandma to let her know. Thanks! Amelia
[A partially legible squiggled address appears at the bottom left of the Our Story part of the box. The bracketed dashes represent portions that are illegible.] Ms W[——] M[——] 1[—] A[——] Ln O[——], FL 328[–]1

The comic portrays the back side of a box of cookies (evidenced by the nutrition facts -style table on the left side). Many brands have a romanticized origin story on their packaging explaining the name or how they have a secret ingredient. Instead, this brand's origin story is a tale of petty one-upmanship as the brand's founder sets out to prove that her cookies are better than her grandmother's.
Grandma's cookies were apparently very fragile and crumbly. They also had "gooey exteriors and slightly crisp interiors." Normally items bake from the exterior in, so how the interior had gotten crisp and the exterior hadn't is not explained (maybe Grandma "bakes" them in a microwave oven ?). Grandma's cookies also had a "mysterious gritty texture", perhaps from sand getting into the flour from the stone grinders, that was unpleasant to Amelia.
To complete her revenge, the "story" contains the grandmother's address. Creating false addresses for their mascots is often used as a publicity stunt for children to write testimonials to the brand's PR or marketing department. However, here it appears to be Amelia's actual Grandma's actual address, the goal being for her to receive thousands of letters on a regular basis about how her granddaughter's cookies are so great, while jabbing "unlike yours!"
In retaliation, Amelia's grandmother has started submitting (presumably bogus) food safety complaints about Amelia's bakery to the health department in a ploy to overburden the bakery with unnecessarily frequent inspections. At one point Amelia eventually decided to offer a truce, which her grandmother emphatically rejected, underscoring it by sending Amelia an extra-large batch of the cookies she knows Amelia hates.
While the name of the city past the first letter and at least one of the zip code digits is too illegible to read, by process of elimination it is plausible that the city is Orlando and the zip code is 32891 (or less likely, 32861). No other location in Florida consists of one word starting with O and a zip code legibly close to the one in the comic.
[What looks like the back of a package of cookies is shown.]
[Top left: Product logo.] Amelia's Farm-Fresh Cookies [Parts of an oval surround the logo]
[Middle left: What appears to be a standard Nutrition Facts panel, though the details are illegible squiggles]
[Bottom left: What appears to be an ingredients list, though the details are illegible squiggles, and a few other squiggles]
[Right side:] Our Story Growing up on my grandma's farm, I spent so many cozy mornings in the kitchen, watching her take trays of fresh-baked cookies from the oven. Her cookies were just awful . She used the finest ingredients. Eggs straight from the coop, stone-ground flour, hand-churned butter. But she squandered them. It's so sad. She told me I was too picky, but I know what cookies are supposed to taste like. When I started a bakery, I vowed not to repeat her mistakes. These cookies won't fall apart in your hands. They have gooey centers, and slightly crisp exteriors, not the other way around, Grandma . There's no mysterious gritty texture. Why would there be? If you enjoy these cookies, please write to my grandma to let her know. Thanks! Amelia
[A partially legible squiggled address appears at the bottom left of the Our Story part of the box. The bracketed dashes represent portions that are illegible.] Ms W[——] M[——] 1[—] A[——] Ln O[——], FL 328[–]1
