A few notes:
1. I am often derided for enjoying white chocolate. "It's not even chocolate!" I hear yelled from the gaping maws of chocoholic friends. Am I to not enjoy creamy, delicious white chocolate just because someone was smart enough to market white, nondescript sweet cream in an intelligent way?
2. I love pumpkin EVERYTHING. Muffins. Cookies. Donuts. Rapists. But I hate pumpkins. Have you ever gotten a whiff of a pumpkin when it's cut open? It smells like hobo vomit mixed with a freshly poured Tequila Sunrise. How, one wonders, does pumpkin taste so goddammed good when the source is so schnasty? Well, I counter: how is it that carrot cake tastes so delicious when a carrot itself is relatively flavorless, if not bitter?
Much like how many licks it takes to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop... the world may never know.
3. I am extremely jealous that you have these cookies. In fact, I'll bet I couldn't even find them if I tried. Here in New York City, where real estate is both scarce and scarily unaffordable, our supermarkets take a hit. We go shopping in spaces smaller than a broom closet. I didn't realize what this meant until one day when my cousin and I scoured the entire island of Manhattan to find blueberry pancake-wrapped sausages from Jimmy Dean. Nowhere to be found. In the great war of space versus product, Jimmy got porked. Same goes for frozen meals or pretty much anything else. There's a good chance we won't find them unless we head out of the city.
But now, just because that sounds so delicious... i might go looking for them anyway.