So Hostess are closing their doors and the nation is weeping over the loss of the Twinkie. Many here in England have never even heard of a Twinkie and they probably aren't aware of the Hostess Company. I am glad that Mom & Libbie were able to send some to the UK so that Mark and the kids were able to enjoy this amazing US treat before it went belly up.
America is in mourning for the loss of the Twinkie and, over the last week, many analogies have been made to Zombie Land, and many people are now placing dibs on calling themselves Talahassee. If you've not seen the movie you won't really get the reference. I don't know if many people are going to write odes to their love of the yellow snack cake of yummy goodness. I don't intend on doing that. Instead, I wish to write why, for personal reasons, I am saddened by the closing of Hostess.
I have fond memories of my childhood that are intimately tied into the the DingDong. When I was young I spent the night at my best friend's house all the time. We were inseperable and we did everything together. We met when we were 3 & 4. I had just turned 4 and she was three months from it herself. She had come across the street and introduced herself, asked if I wanted to be friends and that, my friends, is history. Unfortunately life happened and we were split up in junior high school when she was sent to a different school and though we kept in touch, we didn't spend all day every day together.
But those years in between...
Whenever I'd spend the night R's mother would wake us up stupid early. She had to be at work at the Army Depot early in the morning so she'd wake us up, make sure we were dressed, then she'd get us into her ancient VW bug, it was orange. I think this is why I like bugs, even the newer ones. The next stop was the Arco on Mack Road where she'd get gas, two packs of Salem 100s and R & I would get something, whatever we wanted. Sometimes we got those six pack of powdered donuts, sometimes they were the chocolate ones, or we'd get the DingsDongs (my personal favourite), we'd get the cupcakes, and yes, we'd even get twinkies. She would sometimes get Snowballs but I hate coconut so I'd never get those. And then we'd eat it in the car on the way to my house. My Mom watched R before and after school while her mom worked. It worked out for everyone, R had a safe place to go to after school and I got to spend all day with my best friend.
We did that every morning, day in and day out, year after year. It was like that when we moved, when they moved, it didn't matter. Each morning I spent the night, it was Hostess something in the morning. To this day I still like to grab something from the Hostess stand when I'm at the gas station. I usually end up grabbing a diet coke and a bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos, but I always eye them. Now I wish I did more than just eye them.
It wasn't just having a Hostess snack cake in the morning, it was the stupid things we did with them too. I remember a favourite, prodded by R I believe, was to take a cheese dorito chip, dip it into the cream filling and eat it off the chip. That was some good eating right there, no joke. We ate weird things as kids. I've not done that in years but I am always tempted to if I have something Hostess in hand and cheese doritos in the other. I'm firmly convinced that that particular combination of snack food has got to be disgusting and so I've never done it as an adult. Now I wish I had.
So yes, I am saddened about the closing of Hostess, not only due to the implications of it closing has on the rest of the country, but because it's closing a door on the chance to relive some adored childhood memories.
America is in mourning for the loss of the Twinkie and, over the last week, many analogies have been made to Zombie Land, and many people are now placing dibs on calling themselves Talahassee. If you've not seen the movie you won't really get the reference. I don't know if many people are going to write odes to their love of the yellow snack cake of yummy goodness. I don't intend on doing that. Instead, I wish to write why, for personal reasons, I am saddened by the closing of Hostess.
I have fond memories of my childhood that are intimately tied into the the DingDong. When I was young I spent the night at my best friend's house all the time. We were inseperable and we did everything together. We met when we were 3 & 4. I had just turned 4 and she was three months from it herself. She had come across the street and introduced herself, asked if I wanted to be friends and that, my friends, is history. Unfortunately life happened and we were split up in junior high school when she was sent to a different school and though we kept in touch, we didn't spend all day every day together.
But those years in between...
Whenever I'd spend the night R's mother would wake us up stupid early. She had to be at work at the Army Depot early in the morning so she'd wake us up, make sure we were dressed, then she'd get us into her ancient VW bug, it was orange. I think this is why I like bugs, even the newer ones. The next stop was the Arco on Mack Road where she'd get gas, two packs of Salem 100s and R & I would get something, whatever we wanted. Sometimes we got those six pack of powdered donuts, sometimes they were the chocolate ones, or we'd get the DingsDongs (my personal favourite), we'd get the cupcakes, and yes, we'd even get twinkies. She would sometimes get Snowballs but I hate coconut so I'd never get those. And then we'd eat it in the car on the way to my house. My Mom watched R before and after school while her mom worked. It worked out for everyone, R had a safe place to go to after school and I got to spend all day with my best friend.
We did that every morning, day in and day out, year after year. It was like that when we moved, when they moved, it didn't matter. Each morning I spent the night, it was Hostess something in the morning. To this day I still like to grab something from the Hostess stand when I'm at the gas station. I usually end up grabbing a diet coke and a bag of Flamin' Hot Cheetos, but I always eye them. Now I wish I did more than just eye them.
It wasn't just having a Hostess snack cake in the morning, it was the stupid things we did with them too. I remember a favourite, prodded by R I believe, was to take a cheese dorito chip, dip it into the cream filling and eat it off the chip. That was some good eating right there, no joke. We ate weird things as kids. I've not done that in years but I am always tempted to if I have something Hostess in hand and cheese doritos in the other. I'm firmly convinced that that particular combination of snack food has got to be disgusting and so I've never done it as an adult. Now I wish I had.
So yes, I am saddened about the closing of Hostess, not only due to the implications of it closing has on the rest of the country, but because it's closing a door on the chance to relive some adored childhood memories.
