Oreo Cookies

Oreo Cookies

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Cookies come.  Cookies go.  Oreos stay.

 

Introduced for the first time in 1912 by Nabisco’s John Unger, the little cookie featuring a sweet cream center sandwiched between two chocolate wafers was given the Greek name Oreo, meaning “hill,” for its mound-like shape.  But what started as a hill became nothing short of a mountain.

 

In appearance, it’s nothing all that special.  A textured cookie made from basic cake dough, high fructose corn syrup, Dutch cocoa, and pure chocolate liquor.  But in nearly one hundred years, an estimated three hundred and sixty-two billion Oreo cookies have been sold, making it the best-selling – if not most beloved – cookie of the twentieth century.

 

When not eaten by themselves, they can often be found adding mojo to a vanilla milkshake.  The common ice cream flavor Cookies ‘n’ Cream is simply vanilla ice cream with some variation of Oreo cookies crumbled into it.  The popular children’s treat known as a “cup o’ dirt” is actually chocolate pudding with crumbled Oreos and gummy worms.

 

Popular culture holds a particularly endearing place in its heart for the inexplicable magic of Oreos.  This love affair has been well documented in film (The Parent Trap [’98], Rounders), television (Friends, Futurama, 7th Heaven, Survivor), and popular music (“Weird Al” Yankovic).

 

For most people though, Oreo is more than a cookie.  It’s a memory.  It’s a twist of the wafers and a lick of the “white stuff.”  It’s a dunk into a glass of cold milk.  It’s a late night snack with dad.  It’s brain food for a house full of rowdy kids.  It’s the name of the black and white family dog.  It’s soul food for friends to share over a chat.  It’s an afternoon on the front porch watching the world stroll by.  It’s unlike anything else, but somehow just like all of us all at once.



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