I have a confession. I am a sucker for promos.
“Buy one, take one!”
“Buy two and get the 3rd item free!!!”
“Buy one pack, get 50% off on the 2nd pack” (thus, my sprawling and still-growing collection of Marks & Spencer panties)
Today at the grocery, I see this:
NABISCO OREO WHITE CREAM SANDWICHES (TRAY) 264.6g
Before:
NOW: $13.90
Oh, help me, sweet Jesus!
I. Just. Could. Not. Resist.
So I buy 2 trays, one original and the other with chocolate creme filling. After all, twelve dollars saved IS twelve dollars earned.
I decide to reward my smartness with an Oreo Cheesecake. (Light bulb!)
So I use my HK$12 earnings to buy three blocks of Philadelphia Cream Cheese at HK$29.90 each.
Go figure.
I break the Oreo cookies into small pieces and try not to “accidentally” drop too many of them into my mouth
I then gather enough broken Oreo pieces to make a crust. I think of all the skinny people who do not gain a pound even though they eat twice as much as I do. Of how painful it is to always be on some diet, how much time I spend working out and getting no results. I think of how unfair life is, then I start pounding. Pounding until I get fine powdery Oreos, then I add just enough melted butter to moisten the crumbs and I press this mixture into a loose-bottom pan and bake it for 600 seconds.
When cream cheese is soft, I add a few drops of vanilla, 3 eggs, some flour, and a fair amount of condensed milk, then I whip and scrape, whip and scrape. Then I throw in all the remaining Oreo pieces still not in my tummy, and then almost as immediately, I retrieve about 5 pieces of it. Oreo pieces covered in cream cheese batter, they're the bomb!
I pour the batter into the baking pan and into a few cupcake liners, bake them for 15 minutes at 425°F, turn the heat down to 325°F and bake for another 40 or so. I watch some TV, kill some zombies, stalk people on facebook, throw angry birds at green pigs…
The cupcakes take less time to cook so I take them out of the oven midway through and immediately bite into one. Ouch!!! I think it burned my tongue. But mmm… this is good stuff!
I cut the cake into bite-size cubes to bring to the office next day, believing that smaller pieces mean lesser chance my boss will catch me stuffing my face at work again.