Not a drug. A cookie. Named for hydrogen and oxygen, and made of two cookies and a creme filling, like water, you see. I haven’t had a Hydrox in years. Years and years. I don’t actually remember the last time I had a Hydrox. It was probably some time in the middle 1990’s.
For a long, long time I assumed that Hydrox was a knock-off of Oreo. Not true, by–according to Wikipedia–about four years. You see, I grew up with Oreos, and probably threw some sort of snotty fit if my mom ever got anything like, but not actually, Oreos.
This opinion was probably grounded in more than just a “this is what I know” bias. It probably had to do with the actual differences between Hydrox and Oreo. Hydrox cookies are thinner and crisper, and have a stronger chocolate flavor. The creme filling is less sweet, and crumblier.
As I recall, I went through a phase of preferring Hydrox to Oreo. This was probably snootiness. A bit of underdog worship, a bit of not supporting the big guy. You know, liking something not because of its internal qualities, but because of its relative qualities.
I used to work with a guy who liked Hydrox because he liked Hydrox. That buying Hydrox had those other relative qualities was, if you will, icing on the cake. It also added a bit of adventure to his shopping, since by this time, Hydrox was on the wane. Finding them was hit-or-miss.
Now they’re gone, and, while I’m not feeling nostalgic, I would like to try a pack to see if I actually do like them for what they are.