I...Have met my match
I'm not too sure if Ive ever explained my deprived from all things sweet childhood before, but I am starting to believe that this may be the reason why I am obsessed with Disney's buffets... crystal palace.... biergarten...chef mickeys.... someone stop me...
Perhaps it is the idea of the never ending brownies or pancakes with real syrup.... or the mounds of fattening cake that you can pile on your dish without hearing "JEnny that has high fructose corn syrup".... however... I have met my match...
See, my mother...i love her dearly, but her idea of a special treat were unsalted sunflower seeds or hummus for lunch. Now, image little Jenny in the movie "My big fat greek wedding" sitting in the lunchroom of children with cheesedoodles and pudding snacks and her eating... hummus. "You are eating homos?" I would then start to cry when they called me a cannibil....
And perhaps this is why, 20 years later, I have a obsession with foods that I can not have. I stare at them. Smell them. Think about them... and girls i thought its okay to think about food that you cant have (Like the food in disney because its so far away) but.... I have just met my match...
Oreo's. Believe it or not, I have just tried theses recently. My mum came home with a new recipe for her cupcakes, cookie cupcakes and you use oreos. You mush them up and bake them inside an angels food kind of cupcake (Whole wheat flour of course with sugar in the raw...who did i think i was kidding

) and viola...my obsession with these little cookies of heaven...
Now, yesterday, my dad came home with a package and they were yellow. Yes, yellow. "Odd"I thoughtto myself... and i had to open it to take a peak.
And to my surprise, they were filled almost doubled. "Dad, are these those special ones with the extra filling?" I asked almost too excitedly.
"JEnny their oreos. Oreos are a cookie"
(See, in my family my father would be the only one allowed to eat these forbidden foods. I believe now that the reason of my mothers holding back on all things good was her fear that we would one day become him...unhealthy and obsese. A Former natural body builder who was a world champion, who then found pie.... and now, three heart attacks later....two strokes and one triple bypass.... he will sit with a cereal bowl, fill it with cookies and milk... this...is my reason why my health freak mother forced it upon us as well. Because even talking about the oreos makes me feel terrible, like I am harming my body with a knife!!!)
Okay so let's continue.
"Dad, these are filled almost double the normal cookie size"
"If it doesnt say double stuff then its not"
"Double stuff? They even have a name for it?"
So, here I am at 10:30 in the morning, thinking about the secret double stuffed oreos that are yellow and sitting in my kitchen.
And it also doesnt help that my fiance it 10 times worse than mum! Wont eat anything artificial, only organic, and its rare toeven get him to have the frosting from a cake.
Now, I know I dont have to worry about myself gaining the weight because the only time I ever gained weight I was on steroids for my kidneys (However those frappuchinos didn't help)
But as soon as I was "normal" again I went right back to size...
Oreos... oreos... thats all I keepthinking about. Girls, they are double stuff, and I will take the pictures to prove it

They made a mistake, they had to have, because they are fluffy and yellow adn calling my name...
I... have met my match... those oreos may be my temptation....
Just thought I would give you girls a giggle today!
