Or to be trade markedly correct, I suppose I should say (better than the real thing) Creme Sandwich Cookies.
I’m an Oreo fiend. It’s a perhaps well-kept secret that I can eat at least 2/3rds of a package in one sitting, if given the chance. I am never given the chance, hence it being a secret well-kept. Other grubby-handed people seem to think that they, too, deserve at least a few Oreo cookies. Jerks.
But Oreos are something that I only seem to gain access to at voluntary slavery (community service) events, as I live my life by a moral code that mostly involves avoiding the center aisles of the grocery store where packaged foods are found. In my quest to be an ethically-righteous grocery shopper, I have limited my access to this sinfully yummy cookie.
Luckily, with the gentle prodding of my wonderful mum (who along with my wonderful father just visited me for two weeks), the delight of Oreos was easily recreated in my own home. No preservatives needed! Now, you may be thinking, “Didn’t you make these cookies last year? Right after you finished watching Highlander and were feeling mopey?”
And yes, sure. I made nearly-identical cookies last year. But the filling in these cookies is way tastier, and much more like coughcoughOreoscough. The filling is intoxicatingly good. Plus there’s a whole lot of it. Plus plus, I just started watching Highlander again.
I have many exciting things that I want to share here, but I will save those things for separate posts.
I will say that we spent part of Saturday picking fiddleheads, and we hauled in over ten pounds’ worth. Many of those are cleaned up, a few have been eaten, and some have been ‘dealt with.’ I will write soon about how to pickle fiddleheads.
I will also say that I went for my first mountain bike ride this past weekend. I got awfully tired awfully quickly and learned about how sore hands can be (who knew?), and also learned why I’m glad I purchased a bike helmet. I’ll write more soon about this too, because we built my bike from scratch.
I will finally say how grateful I am that my parents could come and visit us. It was a terrific two weeks, although I brought everybody down by getting sick, and then by getting my parents sick. I’m sorry! Thank you for visiting! I wish it had been warmer and sunnier while you were here!!
Come back and play more cribbage soon, please. We will perhaps eat more owl cake, drink more delicious and beautiful pop (soda?), look confusingly at my Iron Maiden drawings, and marvel at the plants in and around my yard. I love you!
Find the Homemade Oreos (‘Chocolate ‘n’ Cream Sandwich Cookies’) recipe here. It’s a Martha recipe, and I didn’t alter it, so I won’t post it.
Although the cookie component is a bit different, you will never have to buy Oreos again. Honest.