Oreos are, disgustingly, one of my favorite treats of all time. I don't really know why - I started getting into them more after I moved to Australia, so I suspect it might just be a comforting, homesick food thing. But there's just something so blissful about twisting those cookies apart, licking out the insides, then eating the cookie (preferably after it's been dipped in a glass of milk).
Apparently, this means I'm a compulsive liar and exhibit deviant behavior:
Someone has too much time on their hands...
P.S. Thanks to Jacqueline at This And That for the awesome award - in Portuguese, no less!
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