This news came to me yesterday in the Safeway as I was shopping after work. The jovial woman on the loud speaker said,”Yes, those are all the Twinkies we have folks. It is going to be it for a while, but you can still get Twinkies on E-bay, and if you are a hoarder that is good news, cause they last for like 10 years.”
I was raised on Twinkies. Ding Dongs. Snowballs.They have been an integral part of many many phases of my childhood. I grew up and out on Hostess products. And I feel a strange loss today.
Now, granted, I have not had a Twinkie in probably 20 years. But as a kid, they were the snack that I got in my lunch. They were special for me since I am not a big fan of chocolate. Everyone in my family ate the chocolate, but that creamy fluffy vanilla goodness was all mine. When I was in middle school Hostess introduced Twinkie the Kid. He was a rootin’ tootin’ cowboy of a cake, and someone I could relate too. Cowboy on the outside, creamy on the inside.
In college I was in the musical Grease. I played Jan (the fat girl) who ate Twinkies all the time. I wandered all over stage with a Twinkie in my hand. I only probably “ate” 1 a night, but after the run of the show, I had a hard time looking at them.
Then there is the movie Twinkie. Ghostbusters with Egon holding a Twinkie and comparing the ectoplasmic energy to it. Or the quest Tallahassee is on for “just one more Twinkie” in Zombieland.
I worry now that Twinkies are going to be impossible to find that there will be rampaging in the streets, looting, anarchy. Let’s face it they are about as good for you as say, crack. But they are important to the flabby fabric of American life.
Is this just one more step toward the End of the World as We Know IT?