Farewell, my beloved friend.
Oh, how I will miss you.
I'm sure you think I'm kidding. I'm not. Twinkies are a part of me - - - literally and figuratively. I grew up with Twinkies. My mother would put them in my school lunch, which I carried to school in a brown paper bag, not a cool Barbie lunch box. The kids with the cool Barbie lunch boxes were quite jealous when I opened my crumpled brown paper bag and pulled out . . . Twinkies. Twinkies - - the great equalizer. For thirty minutes a day, five days a week, I was cool.
I still relish the occasional Twinkie. There is nothing like biting into that spongy cake and tasting that creamy yumptuous filling.
Yes, it's a sad day. Farewell Hostess - - an American icon. Farewell my beloved Twinkies.