Bam. That just happened.
Oreo. Peanut butter. Marshmallow. Covered in chocolate.
I barely know what a moon pie is. I think they’re a southern thing because I first saw them in gas stations on road trips below the Mason-Dixon line. It’s basically marshmallow sandwiched between two cookies and dipped in chocolate. I think this is called a moon pie because it’s so flippin good you fly right past cloud nine to the moon when you eat them.
Oh, and because moon pie sounds better than moon cookie. Continue reading
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