I was doing good. I really was. I mean, months would go by before I’d cave in and sate my Oreo desires. I could leave them alone… I really could! But then I saw this insidious little ad, with kids whispering about Oreo Cakesters…and I knew it would only be a matter of time before marketing genius coaxed my brain into reaching for the blue packaged goodness.
Today was that day.
I had spent fifteen minutes in the fresh produce aisle, feeling really good about my bags of radishes, lettuce, cilantro and other green healthy things. I even stopped off to pick up more Naked Juice, with it’s all natural splendor. But as I tried to bypass the cookie section, there was some otherworldly force that steered my squeeky shopping cart wheels down the aisle. And there they were…. jutting out in a display that almost sang of their delectableness. They were on sale, even. How could I deny their siren song?
I stuffed the box in my cart behind the green onions and bananas, and tried ignore to them. Tried to kid myself that I would actually make it home and perhaps have one with coffee. But as soon as I paid for my groceries and navigated my way through the parking lot, I ripped that box open and plucked one of the packages out to ride up front with me. I swear I heard it call shotgun.
But really, it never even made it that far. I shut the car door, tore open the packaging, and held aloft the vision of sweet delight. A giant, fluffy, creamy Oreo. Almost glistening. What kind of madmen work at Nabisco? Genius men, I’m telling you now…because these Cakesters are destined to be the go-to snack for many, many people. I can hear it now. “Dude… I need some Cakesters like…pronto.”
They are evil, I tell you. Evil. Pure wickedness with creme filling and moist cakey layers. Don’t even get me started on what kind of milkshake this will make.