Oreos
Now, when it comes to vices, I consider myself a woman of incredible restraint. I've never smoked or drank and I don't tend to drink caffeine (mostly because I don't like the taste of coffee or coke, but I digress). I don't even eat meat.
And when it comes to desserts, I definitely indulge, but never in a pint-of-ice-cream-in-one-sitting kind of way. There's actually very little sugar in my entire diet. Except, my friends, I give you:
The OREO.
This magical, fiendish chocolate-creme disk... it's my most effective comfort food and I seem incapable of eating fewer than five of them in one sitting. I don't tend to buy them because I am well familiar with my weakness. Strangely, it's just as easy for me to walk by them in the store as it is for me to walk by poptarts or twixes or any other random (though delectable), commercial food item. But once I see or smell Oreos out in the open, in all their delicious and inviting glory, I'm toast. It's like an animal reaction. L bought some yesterday--double stuff, thank you very much--and once she opened them, a mere 24 hours later, I have eaten almost a whole row. Granted, I'm on my period, and, well... you know how that goes... and also, I haven't had an Oreo in probably a year. But damn. I could sit here and finish off that entire package and I'm not kidding you.
Is this simply because Oreos were a common after-school snack food when I was growing up? My grandmother kept an ever-flowing tin of them on her counter and I could help myself to one whenever I wanted. But in those days, I had more restraint! I never wanted more than 2 or 3!
So why am I such a maniac now? Does Oreo actually use heroin in their recipe? Do others feel this way?
I am a good baker and generally a lover of fine desserts, but in moderation: I will savor a slice of flourless chocolate cake for an hour and not want for more. The only other dessert that gets me even close to the Oreo level of unstoppable voracity is another totally commercial item: girl scout cookies -- samoas, then tagalongs, then thin mints. Sigh.
::catching a glimpse of the Oreo package::
Gotta go.
And when it comes to desserts, I definitely indulge, but never in a pint-of-ice-cream-in-one-sitting kind of way. There's actually very little sugar in my entire diet. Except, my friends, I give you:
The OREO.
This magical, fiendish chocolate-creme disk... it's my most effective comfort food and I seem incapable of eating fewer than five of them in one sitting. I don't tend to buy them because I am well familiar with my weakness. Strangely, it's just as easy for me to walk by them in the store as it is for me to walk by poptarts or twixes or any other random (though delectable), commercial food item. But once I see or smell Oreos out in the open, in all their delicious and inviting glory, I'm toast. It's like an animal reaction. L bought some yesterday--double stuff, thank you very much--and once she opened them, a mere 24 hours later, I have eaten almost a whole row. Granted, I'm on my period, and, well... you know how that goes... and also, I haven't had an Oreo in probably a year. But damn. I could sit here and finish off that entire package and I'm not kidding you.
Is this simply because Oreos were a common after-school snack food when I was growing up? My grandmother kept an ever-flowing tin of them on her counter and I could help myself to one whenever I wanted. But in those days, I had more restraint! I never wanted more than 2 or 3!
So why am I such a maniac now? Does Oreo actually use heroin in their recipe? Do others feel this way?
I am a good baker and generally a lover of fine desserts, but in moderation: I will savor a slice of flourless chocolate cake for an hour and not want for more. The only other dessert that gets me even close to the Oreo level of unstoppable voracity is another totally commercial item: girl scout cookies -- samoas, then tagalongs, then thin mints. Sigh.
::catching a glimpse of the Oreo package::
Gotta go.