My aunt, at one time, had four whole packs of Oreo cookies in her house.
Four. Whole. Packs. of Oreos.
I love Oreos, but hadn't had them in quantity in a while since in PR they go stale like as soon as you open the bag. Eat three, and then the rest go all soft and mushy in an hour. I kid you not. They were so expensive on top of that that I never bought them again after the second pack that was ruined. (I know. Slow learning there.)
So now, I'm at my aunt's house. The woman has specifically forbidden me to ask her before I eat anything, the rule that I was brought up with in part to keep anything in the house- like whole packs of delishiousss chocolate cream coooookieeees- from disappearing under the weight of ginormous sweet teeth.
I'm sure you can see where this is going.
That's ok. Ramadan is coming. Ramadan is coming. I can surpress my nafs! I can do it!