Homemade Oreo from my favorite hipster macaroni and cheese joint. They’re soft and chewy and warm and taste like they’ve been gestating in Hermes Trismegistus‘ wise old butthole. Each one probably takes years off my life, but it’s worth it. They are the tastiest things on earth. I don’t even normally like oreo’s unless they’re so saturated in milk that they’re basically a pudding.
(My mac of the night: classic, with peas, topped with crushed Lays potato chips, pepperoni bits, and whole wheat breadcrumbs as a baked crust.)