Oreos

Certainly, my diet is not the healthiest. What with all the processed foods, additives, and sugars I consume, it’s probably a medical wonder I’m not dead or at least diabetic. Of all the foods I enjoy, there is one thing that I over-eat: Oreos. The crunchy cookie filled with the sweetest cream center that works as a standalone treat or a great addition to any dessert.

For instance, whenever I have ice cream I add several Oreos. What this translates to some is, whenever I have ice cream I add several thousand calories because ice cream doesn’t have enough apparently. I bake cakes with Oreos in them. Sometimes I take a whole pack of Oreos, strip them of the cream, place it all in a bowl, melt it in the microwave, and make a sugary dip for the cookie remains. And worse yet, my deathly concoction of Oreos wrapped in cookie dough and baked in the oven. Supercookies if you will. Or Insta-betes, as I like to refer to them. 

The point is, none of these things are any good, and my roommates and I go through a pack of Oreos like chain-smokers do cigarettes. I’m positive if I removed them completely from my diet, my lifespan would increase by a good ten years. But I would rather live in a happy, cookie filled world than miserable and old never again knowing the deliciousness of an Oreo.