Oreo Origins

Oreo Origins: Sleeping With an Old Friend

I finally got around to watching Amadeus last night, (seriously, a lily-white film about classical music–how the eff had I not managed to see this yet?!).

If I could get away with dressing like this at work, I totally would.

Afterward, I changed the DVD, put in some Fawlty Towers turned the volume way down and fell asleep with John Cleese’s voice whispering softly in my ear.

“Coming, my little piranha fish.” “Well have the fire drill when I ring the fire bell.” “I think we’re just out of Waldorfs…”

The Monty Python guys were among my earliest Oreo influences. I remember hearing the lilting accents and specific timing coming from my parents’ bedroom. And I fell in love. Live at the Hollywood Bowl is one performance I wish I had been alive to see. I still can’t believe my mom didn’t flinch when she watched The Meaning of Life with me and the giant star vagina appeared on the screen. The Cheese Shop Sketch totally still makes me laugh. And I was totally having a fantasy of being cast in Spamalot as I was singing along on the drive home last night.

So thanks M and D for the early anglo influences. ‘Twoud not be the Oreo I am today without ’em!

But seriously, could have warned 8-year-old me about the star vagina. I think I was barely aware that I had a vagina, let alone that a whole universe could be stored up inside of one. (money shot is at 2:00 below and it’s just as creepy now!)

What got you excited and inspired when you were a kid? Do you like them as much now as you did then? Let us know in the comments!

The Proof Is In The Photo

So, in case anyone thought I didn’t come by my Oreoness honestly, here’s a (badly scanned) photo of me from college…dressed up in a corset…at a Renaissance Fair…that I performed in every year.

Keep in mind that when this photo was taken, I was also a flute performance major with a French minor.

White (on the inside) Christmas!

Like everyone, Oreos have some time-honored and special holiday traditions. Get a taste of an Oreo-tastic holiday here!

Baby Oreos, Coconuts, Twinkies!

Look at these little guys and girls! They’re so excited to see in this woman what they could be. And if they work very hard, what they will be some days.

Awww, reminds me of me when I was their age.

Thanks, Pampers. For ensuring that Oreodom continues from generation to generation.

See also: Other Food Based Nicknames, Oreo Origins, and Why Self Loathing is Good For You.

Oreo Origins: Because if you’re an RBP, Lays just aren’t good enough?

I was pouring through an old scrapbook that featured photos from my first madrigal dinner, my sheet music for my first aria and my award for The Great Gatsby look alike contest.

I also found one of the things that tipped the scale toward Oreo when I was young: a wrapper featuring…rappers.

Maybe you do or maybe you don’t remember “Rap Snacks.” A gift from the mid-90s, I can only assume that these treats were designed to pick up where regular chips left off. Lays, Doritos, they just didn’t capture the true flavor (flava?) that was out there. So Rap Snacks swooped in.

Flavors like “Barbecuing with my honey” leaves eaters wondering if they’re about to enjoy something that tastes like BBQ, honey, or smoke and small talk, or maybe a hodgepodge of all three with a little Romeo finish on the palate.

I knew from the fact that these chips were only marketed in inner cities, that the messages on them were meant for RBP. The rappers and vaguely inspiration text (“Stay in School!” and “No Ring…No THING!”) sent a message loud and clear.

My friends had pleasant marketing thrown at them. Well-designed, crisp logos and smart slogans, rather than cliche maxims greeted them when they shopped. I liked those ad attempts much better and so I marched toward them.

Clearly from the contemporaries on the Rap Snacks, we haven’t seen the last of the Snacks…unless you live in a zip code with decent property taxes.

For the record, I’ll take my chips in standard flavors, thank you: sea salt and fresh ground pepper, onion and chive and peach tartin.

Also included in that decade’s marketing genius were Chumpies Potato Chips, Homegirls “It’s All That” Potato Chips and James Brown Cookeez.