I found them. I found the Golden Birthday Cake Oreos. Thanks to a tip from my friend Sheila (who also happens to be Lucy’s mom), I tracked them down. I drove for forty five minutes in bad traffic, through a ton of construction, way out to the suburbs. But I found them.
I bought four packages. Don’t judge. DON’T JUDGE. One of them is for Lori, I swear. Forty five minutes is a long way to drive for cookies, I’m not going to do it again any time soon. And let me tell you, these did not disappoint. They taste like a vanilla birthday cake with sprinkles. I can’t stop eating them.
Although it was kind of a pain in the ass, I must admit, I love the hunt. Especially when I end up catching my prey. But you know what I love even more? Eating my fresh kill.