Deep Sigh #990 - Oreo Teeth

Apologies for the lack of blogs recently - I had a short recess of a couple of weeks as I adjust to being a student once again (Ah, see what I did there?  Recess and School?  Not funny?  Fine.)  I'm sure in the coming weeks, I'll have some awesome Deep Sighs about student life.

This post was inspired by my early morning semi-drunk craving for food.  Without a Mickey Ds near my house, Plan B was to raid the cupboard for anything that could satisfy my hunger.  The cupboard was pretty disappointing.  Having not grocery shopped in a couple of weeks, there was a package of  Chinese rice crackers and a box of Oreos that I bought from a few weeks ago.  After a brief internal battle between my Western and Asian self, my Canadian side won.  The box of Oreos it was.

I know I'm going to get a lot of flack for this because who does not like Oreos?  Flashback to my first ever experience (six years old) with the awesome chocolate icing-filled cookie, I remember eating an entire row of them and consequently throwing it all back up in a wonderful display of black and white colours into the toilet bowl.  If it wasn't so disgusting, it would have made for an amazing Rorscharch image.  Don't get me wrong, even with the sugar high induced vomiting, there was still a lot of love for the delicious sandwich cookie.

Return to the present where I've poured a glass of milk, opened the box of Oreos and proceed to decimate half the box; stopped only by the sound of a growling stomach (DEEP SIGH #989 might be for Lactose Intolerance).

No, Asian Oreos do not taste any different.  They are just smaller and more efficient.

The consequence of this spontaneous Oreo binge is what I like to call Oreo Teeth - where the delicious cookie crumbs have trapped itself in every valley of your teeth and smeared itself all over your once pink tongue.  The task of getting rid of Oreo teeth is quite the chore.  Three brushings later, I still couldn't shake loose some of the dark dots on my teeth (even with my power toothbrush) and having used the tongue scraper twice, my tongue still looked like one of the fifty shades of grey.

The only thing that saves this Deep Sigh from becoming a Super Deep Sigh is at least I was eating Oreos before going to bed and not before an important event such as the following (some of which I have done before):

- Client Dinner
- Job Interview (DAMN BREAKFAST CRAVING FOR OREOS!)
- A Date
- A Date that leads to other things (wink wink)
- A Dentist Appointment (they'll clean it out anyways, right?)

So to you Oreo, as much as I have deep love and passion for your deliciousness, it pains me to get you out of my system.

DEEP SIGH.