My Hostess Haul
Hostess, the making of Twinkies, HoHos, and Ding Dongs, is going out of business. From the news articles I read, management asked striking workers to take a pay cut in order to keep the doors open. Hostess was not in the best financial place with a large pension burger and rising medical costs. Instead of cutting a deal, the bakers union refused and the company decided to liquidate.
With news of Twinkie production coming to a screeching halt people started a run on the iconic American snack cake. Boxes of them began selling on e-bay and Craigslist for hundreds of dollars. I sat at my desk shaking my head at the thought of paying a premium for the little yellow cake that was almost guaranteed to have enough chemicals in it to survive a direct nuclear strike.
This afternoon I ran down to Winn Dixie to pick up a couple of things. While cruising the aisles I ran across the buzzard picked Hostess display. The only things remaining were some fruit cakes (yuck) and a box of chocolate filled Twinkies. I have never bought a box of Hostess snack cakes, but picked up the chocolate filled Twinkies and put them in my basket.
On the way home a thought crossed my mind. Sure Hostess may sell the intellectual rights to their snack cakes to another bakery, like Flowers or Bimbo. But would a Flowers make Twinkie be the one of my youth? Or would it be like a crappy contract brewed “craft” brew? I could not live with knowing Mason and Julia never got to eat a real Twinkie, and made a bee-line to Freds.
I walked in the door and hit the Hostess mother lode. Cupcakes, Ding Dongs, Sweet Sixteen Donuts, and legit vanilla creme filled Twinkies. I grabbed a box of each. When I walked in the door, the kids eyes lit up. They did not know what anything in the white boxes were, but they innately sensed they were full of junk food.
I set them on the stove. Julia’s little hand darted towards the box. I told them they could have one treat. Mason went for a chocolate filled Twinkie, while Miss Julia snagged a chocolate donut. I peeled back the Twinkie wrapped and watched Mason take a bite.
“How do you like it?”
“It’s really good daddy! It’s delicious!” he said as he took the rest into our bedroom to watch cartoons.
Wait until I let him try a Ding Dong or cupcake.