I've always eaten only the center of Oreos. Those cookies have a slight taste of burnt cardboard... but I harbor no ill-will. Admittedly, I believe those cookies are the key to me finding my soulmate. The scenario will unfold as such: I'll peal off the cookies, as I normally do, and place them on a plate adjacent to my own. As I indulge in that silky sugar center, my person will approach, a special someone who prefers two naked cookies to a smooth vanilla cream. It's fate. Who knows, maybe my person will even prefer the meat of the chicken to the skin, relinquishing the skins to my plate without hesitation.
But rather than dwell on the arrival of this fated day, I decided to write a blog.