My mom kept them on the top of the refrigerator, creating an effort if we were to reach for one.
They were marshmallow and chocolate cookies in the shape of a fancy cake mold.
Of all the sweets in the house, Twirls were the most cherished.
Unlike most cookie packages, Twirls came just 12 to a box. If you ate one, it was obvious.
Not that my mom counted (she may have), but it was difficult to eat a Twirl without asking for permission.