I love Oreos. Let me repeat: I LOVE OREOS. Give me some chilled dairy-like beverage and a sleeve of those bad boys and I'm in heaven. I'll hate myself, but for those few minutes of Oreo and milky goodness, I'm a very happy man.
In fact I love the cookies so much that I created a list ranking the best and worst flavors of all time.
And yes, just because I love them doesn't mean that I don't think they're open to criticism. In fact it's because I love them so much that I'm very critical of the new flavors they're constantly churning out, because I just want them to be the best damnit. I want them to succeed.
The newest flavor showed up on Walmart's website which means if it's not out there polluting store shelves already, they'll be there soon.
I understand that they have a following, but the idea of a crystalized sugar-covered marshmallows mashed between two biscuits isn't exactly my idea of a good time.
I have no idea why they would ever delude themselves into thinking these monstrosities would taste like anything other than sugary sadness, but hey, different strokes for different folks I guess.
I guess I'll find out first-hand whenever I go into a store to eventually try these things. I know they'll be gross, but my devotion towards all things Oreo will win out in the end. Wish me luck.