Hear the names and you can’t help but smile — and remember the snacks and lunchbox treats of your youth.
I know I do. Surely I scarfed down more Devil Dogs, Fruit Pies and Coffee Cakes than I did the apples and bananas in my school lunch (sorry, Mom).
Like others hearing the news this week that Hostess is going out of business, I observed a moment of silence for all that misspent sugar of my youth.
Did you have a special way of eating them? I did.
Devil Dogs were handled Oreo cookie-style, twisted apart, frosting removed a lick at a time, then dunked in ice-cold milk.
Yodels? Had to remove that hard chocolate coating, then unroll the thing. I think the celebrity chefs of today would call it “deconstructed.”
I ate Twinkies, but they weren’t my favorite. They had to be broken in two and enjoyed filling first.
A friend noted on her Facebook page that she always attacked the white frosted squiggles on the cupcakes first. I was not so fussy; I went for the whole frosted top.
I fear that if I sampled any of these now, I’d go into sugar shock. I’ve never dared try any of them fried.
It occurred to me as the whole world went on and on this week about these snacks that Catherine has never had them. Not a Twinkie, Yodel, Ring Ding or Devil Dog has passed her lips.
Although we two share a furtive love for the Pop-Tart and the Mallomar, her snack history is instead littered with the wrappers of untold numbers of Fruit Rollups, Gogurts, cheese sticks and, of course, Goldfish.
‘Cause who can resist a snack that smiles back?