"What was the deal with Oreo's and Easy Cheese?"
At long last, I'm here to tell you the deal.
While Mrs. Cake was merrily volunteering away to contribute desserts to our spaghetti dinner, Prairie Biker declared that it was all wrapped up. His e-mail, I swear, read:
A couple packages of double stuff oreos and some tubes of kraft easy cheese! put the cheese on the oreos and they taste just like cheesecake! yum!
So I put Mrs. Cake in charge of desserts. Guess what Mrs. Cake made.
Pies, and they were delicious, not a bite left at the end of the night.
But I, determined to make Prairie Biker put his money where his mouth was, picked those ingredients up, and presented them to him at the party. "HA! There ya go! I dare ya, big talker!"
Uh-ohhhh...he's doing it. He's fixing one. He ate it, he was serious all along, and I was suddenly a contestant in Fear Factor.
Here's what I thought:They taste every bit as good as they look here.
Brian tried one. He took one bite, handed me the leftovers, and said "I'm not eating the rest."
And we got Kim to try one, with Easy Cream Cheese:
I love her because she put up 3 Christmas trees when HER soldier baby came home on leave. I don't think she loves me anymore, though, after asking her to taste-test the oreo...uh...thing.
Prairie Biker claims to have gotten this recipe from a friend that was born and raised in a trailer park in West Memphis, Arkansas.
I don't know if that's the truth or not, but I have jotted down the "recipe" for a book I've been contemplating writing. Don't go and steal my idea after I tell you, but it's called "Real Life World's Worst Recipe's" or some such. It will face the page with my ex-husband's fish-stick and banana bread sandwich recipe.*
Anyway: Note to Prairie Biker:
All in all, they weren't that bad.
I'd try it, if I were you.
*Rick: Sorry, I swear I'll stop telling that story when it's not funny anymore.