And of course a trip to Milwaukee wouldn’t be complete without a trip (or three) to Culver’s.
It was real. It was great. It was really great.
Until May, my sweet, sweet Milwaukee.
…is what I have been up to the past few days.
Friends. Family. Fun.
Yup. This gal is pretty darn lucky!
Hope you all had an amazing Easter weekend!!!
Oreos are old. So old that their grandchildren might post funny videos of them on YouTube.
So old that people in the grocery store don’t judge them for using an electric scooter.
They’re so old, Willard Scott could read their name and wish them a happy birthday from Smuckers on the Today Show.
That’s right, Oreos are 100-years-old today. 100 years!!
No matter how you eat them (eat the center first, lick it and put it back together, dunk it in milk or some sort of combination of the cookie-eating traditions), there is no denying that they are DELICIOUS! In fact, me and the Oreo go way, way back. Not quite 100 years, but close.
When I was 5, I got in trouble for sneaking into the kitchen before dinner and cracking open my mom’s Cow-shaped cookie jar where I proceeded to twist open all of the Oreos, lick the creamy frosting centers inside, and place the discarded and somewhat naked cookie shells back into the jar. When my mom found the ‘stuffless’ cookies moments later, she came to me to ask what I had done, which I replied with a solemn and straight-faced, “Nothing.” Unfortunately, despite being straight-faced, I was also chocolate-faced, evidence of my crime literally written all over my face. And hands. And hair? Man I must have went to town on those bad boys! Not my finest moment for sure.
Growing up, I reveled in the times I got to spend at my grandma and grandpa’s house, not just because they’re pretty darn amazing, but because they had a secret stash of sweets that I not so secretly indulged in. One of my greatest memories was sitting next to my Grandma Hansen on her big blue recliner, each with a glass of cold milk and a plate of Oreos between us watching shows like Walker Texas Ranger and The X-Files. Speaking of Walker Texas Ranger, I wonder how Chuck Norris eats his Oreos? I bet he can just think of them and they appear, Jedi-mind twisting the tops off. Or better yet, he just gets Oreos with just the cream, no cookie. Ahh to be the amazing Chuck.
When I was 10, I played a pretty epic (if I do say so myself) April Fool’s Day prank on my fifth grade class by replacing all of the cream in Oreos with toothpaste. If only you could have seen the look on their faces when they bit into my Crest-ified cookies. Priceless.
Oreos were the ice breaker at the lunch table in elementary school, bartering items that served along the likes of Twinkies, Ding-Dongs and Ho-Ho’s. They got me through some of my toughest all-night cram sessions in college, have raised my daily Calcium and Vitamin D intakes fourfold and are still my favorite go-to snack-a-roo.
Today and always, Oreo, thank you for being so sweet! I look forward to another 100 years of chocolately, milk-mustachey goodness. If there is any reason to try to live over 124 years old, it would definitely be to eat as many Oreos as possible, right?
In honor of Oreo’s big 1-0-0, Nabisco rolled out a limited-time, special edition Birthday Cake flavored cookie. Why it is limited-time only blows my mind because these are probably THE BEST OREOS I have ever eaten…and I have eaten a LOT of Oreos. Right when I opened the bag, the smell of birthday cake permeated the air and made my nose smile. There were also fun confetti sprinkles swirled into the amazing vanilla frosting that added a special festive touch. I am not ashamed to say that I may or may not have killed my package of birthday cookies in a mere four days. I am not ashamed to also say that I went to Target today to get more.
Whether you are an Oreo purist or like more tricked out flavors the Birthday Cake cookie, do yourself a favor and pour yourself a cold glass of milk, grab a cookie (or five) and dunk, twist, lick or crunch like you’ve never dunked, twisted, licked, or crunched before. After all, the Oreo only turns 100 once!
I also want to make sure I throw a special shout-out to one of my bestest friends, Chris who also has a birthday today. Just like the Oreo, he is super super sweet, always has the ability to put a smile on my, as well as anyone he meets’ face, is loved by everyone and goes well with a cold glass of milk. He has such a big heart and is one of the greatest people I know. I am so very lucky to have such an amazing guy in my life, even if he consistently kicks my bum at Words With Friends and makes fun of my preference for swimming British style. I love ya, kid and hope you had the most fantabulous of days!
Question of the day: How do you ‘Oreo’?
Bonjour mon amis! Quoi de neuf?
Pardon my French
I just got done watching a ‘Friends’ episode dubbed in the language of love for funzzies. If you want to hear something funny, change the language settings on your TV to French and listen to Joey say, “How you doin?” in a brooding accent. Good stuff. In middle school, I was selected along with some of my peers for an advanced language class that would transfer over to high school and eventually, give us college credit. We were given the option of taking either Spanish, German or French and I knew right away which I wanted to learn…Francaise baby! I have always loved this language; the culture, art and history of France, especially the city of Paris. Over all the others, I think it sounds the most fluid and romantic when spoken (German was just to flemy for my taste although probably a lot easier to perfect than the rolling of the tongue which if often required in French pronunciation–whenever I tried saying a word or phrase in this manner, I ended up making a weird tiger-roar type sound). I ended up studying the language of love for over five years while in school and have used all of my mad skills since then quite a lot actually…if quite a lot refers to being able to read the occasional back of my shampoo and perfume bottles, listening to and taking barking orders from my GPS (who now speaks French 24/7 due to a programming oops on my part) and how to eat the perfect crepe (I would get an A+ in this category, hands down).
In all actuality, I don’t really speak, write or read hardly any French anymore; it’s true what they say: “It’s so easy to ‘lose it if you don’t use it’. This is why I have decided that I am going to try to spend some time every day familiarizing myself again with the language, whether that be speaking, hearing or reading it (and whether that just means the occasional shampoo bottle or dubbed Friends episode). I want to be sure that I can at least try to retain some of the skills I learned while in school. Plus, I want to look and sound impressive to the natives when I finally am able to take a trip to the city of lights. I would hate to be the stereotypical American tourist who, when at a restaurant and wanting to order a basket of french fries (frites) actually orders a basket of liver (le foie). How embarrassing (and totally disgusting!) would that be?!
One of my bucket list items awaiting a check mark (among many others) is to one day visit the city of love and lights, maybe even take a painting or cooking class there, perfecting my Picasso brush strokes and my Julia Child beef bourguignon. Come to think of it, I have actually been to France before. Twice in fact. The first time was when my family took a trip to Disney and made a pit-stop at Epcot and the second time was when I celebrated my 21st birthday in Las Vegas. Although both faux Frances did a pretty darn good job of replicating the food and culture and even the Eiffel Tower, I am going to take a wild guess and say the actual place is just a tad bit different. Bigger, better and even more beautiful than I could imagine! It will be quite some time before I can save up enough moolah and have the time to make that happen, but rest assured, that item will get crossed off my list.
C’est la vie
Question of the day:
Do you speak/want to learn how to speak a second (or third) language?
Besides French, I would also love to someday learn how to speak Italian and Mandarin.
Where is one place that you would love to travel to that you have never been?
Italy–the architecture, the history, the culture and the food (pizza and gelato? Yes please!)…definitely a must-see! :)