When I hear "Twinkies" I think of my childhood. As one of eight children from a good Irish Catholic family, I sat at the table watching with baited breath as my mom emptied the brown paper grocery bags. There it was, the plastic package of twinkies. It held the promise of supreme luxury. The soft sponging outside giving way easily to the smooth sweet treasure inside. Time would stand still as I lingered over the sweetness of the icing inside. I would feel all warm and fuzzy inside like everything was well with the world. I would dream of my future as a princess in a castle with a cupboard full of twinkies.
As there were eight mouths to feed I would be lucky to score one of those delectable twinkies in that package. Of course it had a rival, the sought after chocolate covered marshmallow cookie. It was good too but my favorite was the "Twinkie".
It was an age of innocence. No one thought to check the ingredients. It tasted good...who cared what was in it. After all, we also ran after the insect spray truck getting lost in the clouds of chemicals and trying to catch each other. I guess it is true: What you don't know could kill you!!!