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That’s Not How You Eat An Oreo Cookie!

Last night my husband did something that absolutely appalled me. I was so shocked that I didn't know what to say or how to react. I just sat there next to him on the couch, staring at him.

You think you know someone and then they do something so shocking that you begin to question everything that you knew, or thought you knew, about them, about yourself, about life.

Let me set the stage scene for you: He came in from his bowling night and I had been watching some comedy videos on YouTube in our living room. I had made an easy dinner, just some sandwiches. While I was at the store earlier in the evening, I had seen some Oreo cookies. We are not really dessert people, but these were Golden Birthday Cake Oreos. They looked so fun and happy, I couldn't resist, so I bought them.

He sat down next to me on the couch and I handed him a cookie. I took one for myself and began the Oreo ritual. I twisted it apart and ate the cookie with no cream first. Then, I do things a little differently at this point, I don't scrape off the cream and then eat another naked cookie, the second side is eaten like a frosted cookie. This is how I roll. But, let's get one thing straight, the cookie was separated into two halves.

In my peripheral vision, I see something that I cannot even fathom! There is my husband, the man I love and thought I knew, eating the Oreo intact. Intact! There is no twisting, no pulling apart of any kind,

I stared at him for what seemed like an eternity. I then finally was able to mutter, "What did you just do? Did you really just eat that Oreo without twisting it apart?"

Do you know what he said to me? He said NOTHING! He kind of just looked at me ever so briefly and turned his eyes once again to the comic on our television screen.

So I did what any normal wife would do at that point. I drowned my worrisome thoughts in another cookie.

By the way, the Golden Birthday Cake Oreos are insanely awesome.


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