I have never eaten a Twinkie.
Or a Snoball.
Or a Ding-Dong.
In this age of American excess—where obesity is fast
becoming the norm and cancer clusters crop up like dandelions—Twinkies, and
other associated products, have become a symbol of a bygone age. When calories
went uncounted and no one bothered to read the ingredients.
While other companies updated their classic recipes with
varying degrees of success (new Coke anyone?) Twinkies have remained largely
the same. Sold in crinkly packaging with a heart on the front. What little
change has occurred has been in the form of product diversification (100
Calorie Twinkie Bites! The same chemically dependent formula—now smaller—with
the calorie count on the bag!)
Twinkies are sold in gas stations, convenience shops, and
grocery stores all over the country. Two to a pack, perfect for grade school
friends pooling their allowance or a young couple lounging under the stars,
contemplating life, death, and all the fun stuff in between.
