OK, I'm going to make a confession.
I am a closet Hostess fan.
Orange cupcakes are my fix of choice, but Ho Hos and Susie Qs are pretty high on my list, too.
If you knew me, you'd probably be surprised. I'm one of those veggie-eating, weight-watching, Jazzercise-three-times-a-week types. I probably haven't had anything manufactured by Hostess in five years. Maybe longer.
But take them away? Please, God, no.
The news this morning that Hostess is going out of business hit me like a 2-year-old Donette being lobbed at my head. Hostess made the snacks of choice when I was growing up. My mom, who rarely allowed soda pop or potato chips to cross our threshold, nevertheless regularly put a Twinkie or a Ho Ho in my lunch. Heck, they even fed Twinkies to the kids on Romper Room.
I remember my grade-school ritual of eating a Ho Ho: pick off and eat the chocolate icing, unroll, lick off the cream and then eat the cake. All with milk, of course.
I wish I had one right now.
I'd unroll it, just as I aways did.
Because eating a Hostess snack is being a kid again. Now I know I can never go back.