Red Wine and Oreos
The first night I was alone in my new single-girl apartment I popped open a bottle of my favorite cheap red wine (Gabbiano chianti) amd a fresh bag of Oreos.
The chianti was feeling extra smooth for being only six dollars. The Oreos have been a favorite comfort food of mine for as long as I can remember. Not for the creme filling, (double stuff? EW) but for the decadent texture change when submerged in milk and then popped whole into my eager mouth. (hint: extra delicious when dunked in a latte! beware the caffeine/sugar combination.) While living with Ex-BF I had practiced discipline with Oreos because occasionally I could see his eyes of judgment whenever I ate too many cookies. On these rare occasions he made me feel very self-conscious and it ruined the childish fun of being able to eat as many oreos as I damn well pleased whenever Mom was out of town and Dad took care of us for the weekend.
