When I was little, I was never allowed to eat crap. While my friends had pantries and freezers full of fruit by the foot, gushers and bagel bites, I only had matzah, health cereal and a bottle of diluted Mott’s apple juice, because apparently the regular kind has “too much sugar.” Since all food containing food coloring, preservatives, and chemicals were off limits, I had to become resourceful.. pretending to go to the park while really sneaking off to Jewel Supermarket to stuff my face with Hostess Cupcakes and Little Debbie Snack Cakes. This Alfajor Oreo brought me back to those fun days, as a deprived 10 year old longing to stuff my chubby cheeks with glorious crappola-enhanced junk food.
*I should also note that I do not like *real* alfajores. Argies fork me in the forehead if you must, to my processed American palate they taste dry, chalky, with too much mouth-sticky dulce de leche.. even Cachafaz, Havanna and other fancy artesanal types are mehh. If you do like alfajores, check out this blog dedicated to the chalky Argentine sweet treat.