I grew up with Hostess snack
cakes. Well, sort of. They were a sometimes treat, which is probably what made
them so...treat-y. However, it wasn't 'til this weekend, when I was having a
tweety conversation with a lady in the UK that I realized we had some dodgy
names for our snacks! I had a laugh.
The conversation started quite innocently with a mutual friend's thoughts of
having breakfast delivered while he was up very early with his toddler. I thought having a
breakfast delivered from the UK to MY house (half the world away) would be a
lovely idea. But I was willing to let the others have my black pudding.
(Hint: ew!) The other early riser (it was 7AM their time, 11 PM ours)
wanted to donate her black pudding to the toddler's dad, too. I told her we'd
give him our black puddings and we could have Twinkies! She apparently had a
huge laugh at the dodgy-sounding suggestion.
It just went downhill from there. I spent my childhood consuming Twinkies,
(gulp) Ding Dongs, and (oh
dear) Ho Hos. I'd never
thought of it that way!
I loved her reply: "#FILTH" To which I had to respond, "If you think the
names are bad, you should see what they do to people's arteries."
Indeed, #FILTH!
In the spirit of transparency, protecting my health is not the primary reason
I will avoid partaking of the Twinkies, Ding Dongs, Ho-Hos and Donettes
phenomena: Hostess Brands (now known as "Old HB") killed over 18 thousand jobs
and blamed a bakers' strike. Not
entirely true. J2 does not like that kind of business...what's the opposite
of ethic?
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