As I surfed around the internet one dreary rainy day I came across a recipe that really made my day. I thought it would be simple, fun and really neat, then I saw the ingredients and I hit delete!
I also came across a recipe for oatmeal creme pies – another childhood favorite. Yes, at one point my mother put Little Debbie snacks in my lunch (shocking, I know!) This afternoon O wanted to help “cook goo-coos” (cookies) so helped me bake up a batch of oatmeal creme pie knock-offs.
The cookies were quite good with perfect texture and consistency, but they were lacking the slightly chemical aftertaste of the real thing. I was slightly put off by the contents of the marshmallow creme, but the DIY versions were also laden with corn syrup so I saw no point in making my own. The combination of the cookies with the creme was a bit much.
My tastes have not matured – at least I don’t think they have. I still like cold, leftover chinese food directly from the carton (although these days it is more likely to be from the glass food-storage container), and if the leftover pizza isn’t earmarked for lunch I’m happy to have a slice (or two) for breakfast, and I still love chocolate milk and cold garlic bread for a snack, but there is something about cloyingly hyper-sweet things that just doesn’t do it for me anymore.