Homemade Oreo Cookies with White Chocolate-Coconut Cream Filling

What, if anything, does being in one's mid-thirties actually entail? Are there rules to follow at the nexus of 25 and 45? Can I wear above-the-knee skirts & the lovingly-tattered Old Navy overalls that I've had since college? Is it okay to throw tantrums? (Hopefully, yes. I had one the other day...the background board kept falling over and smashing irreproachable homemade Oreo cookies.) Can I still giggle uncontrollably when someone burps in a quiet room (even if it's me)?

A lot of the time I feel as though I'm still 23, or 24. When I see someone who is "35"
advertising for life insurance, it's a bit of a shock to my youthful mind. Maybe it's because I don't have children, or because I always find the braying of goats to be an endless source of amusement...or because I was lucky enough to inherit my mom's ageless genes (as well as her wee 5 foot 3-inch stature). Whatever it is, even if it's simply denial, I don't think I will ever truly "feel" my proper age. Growing up I always felt older than my peers - maybe I've finally caught up, or I'm in the throws of regression...

Speaking of childhood and growing up, I was denied the sweet bliss of Oreo cookies, and Little Debbie snack cakes, and Ho Hos. My lunchtime 'desserts' came in the form of yogurt and fruit. This is my second post on homemade Oreos - I'm making up for lost time.
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