Blessed Oreo

Yeah, I break them apart, but I don't dip them in the milk. Gotta draw the line somewhere.

So it's Sunday afternoon and I've finished my morning service, and I'm just laying low before my evening event.

After my usual late morning brunch, and deep into the afternoon, my sweet tooth usually starts to act up.

Today that meant the traditional American Oreos and milk. Nothing was out of the ordinary until I broke open the last one and discovered it's blessed creamy inners.

I did a quick double-take, snapped a picture, and did what any faithful one would do, ...I ate it.

One could say I communed twice today.