Bluefield Daily Telegraph, Bluefield, WV

CNHI Originals

March 4, 2012

Milk, cookies and the kitchen

— — More than 50 percent of people — more women than men — pull apart an Oreo® before eating America’s favorite cookie, except me. I tried the “twist, lick, dunk,” ritual with a glass of milk, but I was disappointed with the results. I always ended up with a soggy cookie with no creme filling. So, I started dunking the entire cookie, but only for a few seconds. Too much of a dunk and the cookie would crumble into the milk. I perfected this method after school, during the odd hour between 4 p.m.-5 p.m. My brother’s method was a bit more messy. He would find a tall glass, fill it up with milk and proceed to drop the cookies down to the bottom. He would drink the milk and then eat the soggy cookies with a spoon — a DIY milkshake.

We are siblings with two vastly different approaches to cookie consumption. In my eyes, he made a soggy mess. To him, I held back on the milk. Even as adults, we bicker about the best way to eat an Oreo. We don’t have a regular snack time after 4 p.m., anymore. We are too busy working, trying to eat more fruits and veggies — at least I am — and in opposite states. But Oreos can be eaten anytime of the day — especially on March 6, when my favorite cookie from childhood celebrates its 100th birthday.

I wish I could celebrate with my brother. I would fly, walk or run — with a package of Oreos in hand — for snacktime. It isn’t about the creamy milk, the rich chocolate cookie or the sweet creme filing. It is about the moments of childhood, rushing home after school and throwing down bags and books. At 4 p.m., we asked about dinner, checking to see if something good was on the menu. At 4:10 p.m., we ignored questions about homework. Five minutes later, we headed to the pantry. Mom would slide two cookies, maybe three, out of the package onto a paper napkin. We would sit in happy silence, watching her start dinner and listening for sounds of my dad’s truck coming up the road.

The kitchen always looked a little hazy in the late afternoon sun. I watched tiny particles of sun dust float in front of the window while I dunked my cookies in milk. The ritual was relaxing; it signaled the end of the day. Funny how a cookie can create a firestorm of memories. A cup of coffee usually does the trick now, but what I wouldn’t give for a hazy after-school snack with my little brother. I don’t know too many people who don’t like Oreos. Just for fun, check out these fun facts about Oreo. I hope it will trigger your own happy memory or at least make you hungry. Of course, how you eat the Oreo is up to you.

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