Twinkie the Kid

I fired off a pretty innocuous tweet this morning on the news that Twinkie-maker Hostess had filed for Bankruptcy:

“Turns out the shelf life of a Twinkie might be longer than the company that makes them.”

I didn’t think I’d made that clever of an observation – after all the half-life of Twinkies has been a comedic staple for at least the last few decades – but favstar says otherwise:


And while I haven’t actually eaten a Twinkie in a while, as a kid I used to love them. I remember Twinke the Kid ads in all the comic books I used to get from my great-grandmother and my grandmother used to always have Hostess products on hand.

Maybe it’s a Michigan thing, but my grandmother used to keep Hostess products in the freezer. You really haven’t lived until you’ve had a frozen Twinkie, Suzy Q, Hoho or Ding Dong.

How I ever asked for one of those innuendo-laden item (let alone typing them now) is beyond my comprehension, but a frozen Suzy Q is messy, delicious fun. I’ll stand by that.

So even though the news is rather grim, I’m going to be stockpiling some Hostess snack cakes (and maybe some of those Fruit Pies that Marvel superheroes used to eat too) and freezing them for later enjoyment.

I know I don’t have to; they just taste better that way.