Ding Dong the Twinkie’s dead

I woke up this morning to some sad and disturbing news. Hostess, the baking company, has called it quits.

It’s the end of an era. An icon has died…and so has a little snippet of my youth .

Union bickering, sign of the times, blah-blah-blah, they said.

So I’ve been tapping into my emotional library and memory bank all morning. They may be taking the sweet treats off the shelf, but there’s no way they’re taking away my fond memories of those sugary, creamy, milk-chocolatey, preservative-stuffed, Red Dye #7-filled, cute delicacies.

Because my mom would pack at least one Hostess treat every day (every day!) in my yellow lunch pail…with the admonishment to always eat my PB&J or tuna sandwich and apple first. (Mom, I may or may not have always followed that rule .) I figure I consumed at least 1500 Hostess brand goodies from 4th through 6th grade alone. And please note: I’m healthy and still alive.

I’m so thankful we didn’t have dictators like Mayor Bloomberg back in those days.

As I sit here, I’m trying to decide what my fave was. So many yummy tastes…

{Can’t you just taste it?}

{Love that coconut and marshmallow}

{So soft and creamy and spongey.}

{Can’t you just hear the crunching of that tin foil?}

And let us not forget Hostess’s sibling, Wonder Bread. I’ve had many a slice of that lily-white, fiberless, not-even-a-hint-of-whole-wheat bread…and lived to tell you about it.

{Perhaps their logo is where I acquired my affinity for polka-dots.}

And speaking of wonders, I wonder what my kids’ tasty icons will be when they look back. Which highly-processed sweet morsels will they someday mourn? Snickers? Gummy Bears? Twizzlers?

As I sit here, I’m wanting to go out and buy all the Hostess products that remain on Bel Air’s (my grocery store) shelves and serve them when the family gathers together this holiday season. Or maybe holiday season of 2015. Because goodness knows they’ll still be as delicious then, what with all those synthetic preservatives. :)

Dearest DingDongs, HoHos, Twinkies, Cupcakes and Sno-Balls: You will be missed. And may you Rest in Peace.

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2 Responses to Ding Dong the Twinkie’s dead
  1. Wavy Davy
    November 16, 2012 | 1:47 pm

    For over 20 years I had my beer route I was given treats like this or sodas to get me through the day. I would take the Hostess snacks home to the kids. They would greet me at the door not to give their old man a hug but to check out which snacks I had in my lunch box.

  2. Nancy Buckner
    November 16, 2012 | 5:55 pm

    Jodie, you are killin me!! I, too, ate all hostess junk and we’re all alive today to tell our kids not too!! I hope you have a glorious Thanksgiving! It will be so great having your darling daughters
    Home. I’m going go Newport Beach to spend the week with Laura and Meg. The guys r staying in GR since Marky has to work Wed and Friday. God Bless You All!

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