Do you see that picture up there? Well, DO YOU? That, my friend, is a Triple Double Neapolitan Oreo. See that halo of light around it? There's a reason for it. These cookies are heavenly. Now, personally, Golden Oreos are my absolute favorite type of Oreo. Normal Oreos are good too, as long as I have a jar of chunky peanut butter or a glass of milk to go with them, but I could eat Golden Oreos all day long without any accompaniment. There's actually a story about how this lovely cookie ended up in my possession...
Awhile back, a friend of mine posted a picture on Facebook of a package of Triple Double Oreos (the regular kind). I immediately ventured over to the closest Walmart to find the crazy cookie but was at a loss to find it. I asked my friend about it and what do you know, he knew a person that was a test person for new products...in other words, he was one lucky guy who got to try the Triple Double Oreos before anyone else. So not fair. Well, I had to wait for the cookies to pass taste-testing and hit the market. The wait was a long and painful one. Finally, one day another friend of mine mentioned the cookie and said it was at Walmart. Three minutes later I was there. And I saw the cookie. And I was happy. And I went home. The End.
But not really...see, for some strange reason I loved just showing the stupid packaging to anyone that was at Walmart with me. I would say "Have you seen the Triple Double Oreos yet?" They would respond with a "No." I would immediately drag them five aisles over to where the immense selection of Oreos were kept. "Look," I would say, "Oreo, cream, Oreo, chocolate cream, and ANOTHER OREO!" It was a beautiful sight that nearly brought me to tears each time. Now this is where the Oreo in the above picture came into my life.
My dad and I were at Walmart and, of course, I asked him if he had seen the wonderful Oreos yet (I had been there two days before with my boyfriend and we had seen them right before the fire alarm went off, but that's another story.) I was about 95% sure that he had already seen the cookies, but once again, I just wanted to look at them. He wanted to buy them before we even saw them. "NO." I said, "No way. If you buy those cookies, I will eat all of them. And then I will be very mad at you. Very mad." I told him this as we made our way over to the Oreos. I took a look at them and was pretty sure I'd be perfectly fine with not eating them even if my dad did buy them. I became more okay with the idea. Then fate took over. I glanced up, for I had noticed the unmistakable yellow packaging of the Golden Oreo, and laid my eyes on the one, the only, Neapolitan Oreo. "Oh. My. Gosh." I thought, as a pool of drool formed around my feet, the skies parted, and the angels began singing. I looked at the picture on the packaging. Golden Oreo, strawberry cream, Golden Oreo, chocolate cream, Golden Oreo. I would have been fine with just one cookie, but of course, you can't do that. We walked out of Walmart that day with a marvelous package of Oreos. It was opened before we made it out of the parking lot and was half gone by the time we got home. That's not saying much, considering there were only eighteen cookies in the entire package, but each cookie is the equivalent of 5/3 of a normal Oreo. So, applying my super-mega-awesome math skills, nine of those monsters equal fifteen normal Oreos. Nevertheless, they are sacrément délicieuse. According to Google Translate, that means "damn delicious" in French, which makes me wonder what people were thinking when they named Sacramento. Just a thought.
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