I don’t know about you, but when I was growing up, Little Debbie NEVER came to our pantry. I’m not sure why, really. My mom wasn’t a health food nut or anything. Oreos, Ding-Dongs, and Chips Ahoy regularly found their way to our kitchen. But Little Debbie was not invited. Nope. Not at our house. When I got older and drove my own grocery cart, I eventually discovered Little Debbie and her collection of artificially flavored, chemical infused, individually wrapped snacks, and I loved them. Well, I loved the Oatmeal Cream Cakes, anyway. I don’t have much recollection of any of the others. I didn’t buy them for my own kids, of course, but I did harbor my own secret knowledge that these little cream-filled oatmeal cookies were sinfully good. And then I tried to forget about them.
Fast forward to one day last spring. I was in Paris, reading the day’s installment of Pioneer Woman, and what do you think she dangled in front of me, on my over-sized Mac screen? Yep- homemade Oatmeal Cream Cakes, said to taste just like Little Debbie’s. At that moment I knew I had to try them. I begged Mlle. Cordon-Bleu to make me some, but she never got around to it (humph). I never really stopped thinking about them, though, and when my sweet sister and my three niecelets came to spend a few nights with me here in Houston, it seemed like the perfect excuse to attempt to re-create the sweet snack I remembered.
The recipe is here, on Pioneer Woman’s site. You probably recall that she and I used to be BFF’s. * But her blog went viral after I began reading it, and then she started publishing cookbooks, and then Food Network discovered her, and now she is All That, and we aren’t as close. But I still regularly bookmark her recipes, because I’m not the jealous type, and because sometimes I need to throw all sanity to the wind and make something guaranteed to shorten my life by at least a few minutes.
My sister and I baked the cookies and made the frosting and then let the girls construct a few. We went with the cooked icing over the marshmallow cream version. It just seemed right. And it was.
Nothing like being back home with family. And Little Debbie.
Let me know if you attempt these high-brow concoctions at your house. But if you do, keep in mind my sister’s warning that eating two will give you a stomach ache. I wonder how she knew that? I didn’t tell her. Eating two didn’t bother my stomach a whit.
*Well, in MY mind we were BFF’s. I worshipped her from afar and then was able to meet her (twice) when she came to Blue Willow Bookshop (where I worked) on her book tours. I think that pretty much makes us BFF’s, don’t you?