So this morning when I woke up I opened up my 90 calorie Fiber One brownie only to find an Oreo cookie stuck to the top of it. Think I'm joking? Here's the proof...
|There's my purple thumb again...looks like I need a polish change :)|
Though I hadn't intended to write a post entirely on the greatness of Oreo's, while on the topic I feel so inclined. In my house, (I am probably not going to win any parenting awards for admitting this openly) Oreo's are basically like a food group. We are never without them, seriously. My kids are pretty healthy eaters and I try to push fresh foods over packaged, blah blah blah, but Oreo's are simple perfection. Not too rich, not too heavy, not too sweet. Perfection.
Just a couple of weeks ago I was chopping vegetables for a salad in the kitchen with Ruth. After each one was finished she asked for a taste, made a funny face, spit it out and we moved on to the next. After a few attempts I said, "Don't worry Ruthie, we will keep trying until you find something you like." To which she replied without hesitation, "I like Oreos." Can't argue with that.
We generally have the Double Stuf on hand (I seriously can't believe this is my post, and yet I feel the urge to press on) but occasionally we buy the Golden Oreos. Thinking we were being all sorts of cool we bought her the Heads or Tails (half chocolate, half vanilla). I ended up having to make my own "all chocolate" ones for Ruth who let me know that a black and white Oreo is "ahsgusting!" (Daddy was the happy recipient of the "homemade" vanilla ones).
Got a case of the Mondays? Eat an Oreo.
PS I forgot to mention that we additionally really like the mini Oreo's in the Snack Pack container. (Just had to share).