I went for a visit to my neighbor’s house one day. On their counter were cookies. I thought they were Oreo Cookies, but they were Trader Joe imitations.
I ate one anyhow.
On my next grocery-shopping spree, I bought the real thing. A kid will eat the middle of an Oreo first, and save the chocolate cookie outsides for last.
Apparently, so will I.
I ate the whole bag. I did not share. I did not even stop to have milk! I ate them the way I did when I was a kid. I ate the middle first, then the cookie outsides. Those were the instructions in the jingle. I am a stickler for directions.
I would grab the cookie outsides firmly in each hand, and then give a gentle twist. It is important to get all the white cream on one side. It does not taste the same when the cream is separated during the twist.
I would lick the intact cream center off the one side it remained on. The other denuded cookie was clenched in my fist waiting for the “last”.
I paced myself. I would only eat two cookies at a time. Of course, “at a time” was anytime I walked by the bag containing the cookies.
In two weeks time, the bag was empty.
I purchased another.