(CC) Larry D. Moore
As of this writing, it looks like there just might be hope in the land of Hostess.Thank goodness!
Imagine – without Twinkies, Pringles “chips” will be our only post-apocalyptic food choice.Anyway, I’m hoping that the Hostess brand survives. They’re more than just Twinkies you know…
They are Ding Dongs.And my very first childhood memory happens to include a Ding Dong.
You see, when I was two years old, my mom spent an entire month in the hospital. And back then, visiting hours were not only super-strict, but if you were under the age of 12 you could not set foot within a country mile of a patient… Ah, the good “odd” days.Anyway, my aunt could give a rat’s fanny about this “rule.” So, she told me that we were going to the hospital for a visit, and asked if there was anything I’d like to give my mom.
Duh.A Ding Dong, of course!
At that age, I was absolutely certain that those edible hockey pucks could save the world. I mean, if Jesus was on God’s right hand, I had no doubt that a Ding Dong was in his left.So it made complete and total sense to me that a Ding Dong could cure those nasty pregnancy complications.
And so there it is, my first memory as a person on this planet – grinning at a Ding Dong as the world flew by the passenger side.It all gets a little dicey after that. Apparently, the plan was to shove me through the hospital window and into my mom’s room.
Yeah.I come from a long line of rule breakers.
Well, I guess there’s one rule that we don’t break. And that one goes like this –
Everything’s better…with Ding Dongs.
PROMPT: Ding Dongs, Sno Balls, Ho Hos, oh my! What’s your Hostess of the mostest memory? Don’t have one? Write an “Ode to a Twinkie” instead.