In a moment of weakness, I let the Hobnob enter my waiting mouth. Filling with food-induced bliss, the marriage of dissimilar textures between oaty cookie (biscuit) and it’s sweet chocolate cloak wrapped my tongue in a pleasure I’d not known before and long for over and over again… I nearly ache for the next bite.
Yes, the imported US Oreos are worth deification, however, I have become torn between two theological camps de cookie.
Perhaps, as in ancient times, there are several gods amongst us- not the least of which would be the co-rulers Oreo and Hobnob.
I am a changed woman.
Hallelujah.
smooches~
jEN
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Oreos at sainsburys are crap. You can get proper US ones at selfridges and they also do the breakfast cerial. I have some!
have you had a deep fried mars bar yet?
Zac- where is one of these Selfridges? Is it near?
Matt- no- I’ve heard of them though. Part of me wonders if it can possibly be tasty… it sounds revolting and as if it were born of a joke that people will eat anything deep fried.
I think I can avoid the deep fried candy bar phenomenon. I think my heart is quietly breathing a sigh of relief…
smooches~
jEN