What’s wrong with those puffy pastry-bakers over at Hostess –
how can they turn their backs on my genuine need to feed the holes in my face
with the Twinkie of my eye? Apparently ‘flour power’ doesn’t mean what it used
to those ‘oven MITT-WITTS’ as they refuse to bake me up batches of boring ol’
tan-less Twinks anymore. Doesn’t anyone appreciate the fact that my pasty puff-pastry
face needs care and stuffing ceaselessly
to support its parade-balloon proportions?
While I am a traditionalist at heart, this Thanksgiving I’ve
decided to forego the farm fresh gobblers or bone-in spiral cut n’ glazed piggy
parts. Don’t worry, I am still thankful for all those feathered and burly beasties
that provide the beautiful bounty for my holiday table (the corner-store
clerks). But this year given the threat of a snack cake conundrum looming over
us all by those Twinkie Grinch-twits, I felt it necessary to craft a few
confection inflections on my own.
Yes once again the heavy lifting of light-weight cooking is
left to me - the consumer, and since I do constantly CONSUME, I decided to ‘spice’
up my own Twinkie trials with a happy mix of golden brown gingerbready batter.
Sure I had to lighten up the mood of the food with some folded in whipped egg
whites and a generous injection of mallow-laced melanin-free cream to taste. But
other than that and a handy pan that I jammed in the band of my pants during a
Hostess factory tour, I simply toasted the tubular Twinks to a typical time and
temperature.
Of course in my own Twinkie defense, as an unaware and youthful
Yeti I got accidentally left back by my school bus on that fateful bake shop
tour, so I definitely deserved to be PANNED with that super duper greasy souvenir.
See it’s really true then, even if Hostess tries to deny most of us, YOU can still
have your T-cakes and eat ‘em too. Just spend lots o’ dough on batter and coax some
caloric igloo-goo from a tasty pastry bag, and oh yeah just like those bakery boobs
at Hostess – wander around aimlessly in your own world, jobless and LEFT BEHIND!
I haven't bought a Twinkie in ages. But now
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urge to have one. Maybe I should bronze it
and put it on the shelf.
Tweets are blaming the Union vultures for
devouring another victim. The managerment bears
some blame too, natch. But Unions are feeling
empowered by re-election of those who support
bullying of class war against business and
capitalism. Willing to cut own throats to do it.
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You might have to go north to Canada to get your Twinkie fix as they are atill being made there.
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