As if working around children all day, and watching my own children grow up before my eyes weren't enough, another icon of my childhood passed away today. Hostess announced it was shuttering its doors after eighty years in the business. Sigh...
It's not like I ate those sugary, fake tasting snacks anymore, but they were part of a my childhood. They bring back memories of my Catholic school cafeteria were the sister on lunch duty checked to make sure you did not throw out your uneaten lunch. After all there were starving children in China.
I did not buy lunch (50 cents- all homemade by Mrs. Noreski and her crew of cook volunteers.) I didn't buy milk very often either, since I despised white milk, preferring hot or iced tea depending on the season. I brought my lunch everyday in a lunchbox. The highlight of my back to school shopping was picking out my new lunchbox.
Winnie the Pooh, The Flying Nun, Tinkerbell and later the cool, mod design with the soft sides that looked like an oval purse that was my choice in fifth grade before I traded the boxes for generic brown bags.
Peanut butter and jelly, salami and the famous Carl Budding meat sandwiches ( no mustard or mayo, just dry, white bread please.)
A baggies of snack food: potato chips, Funyuns, Bugles, Doritos, or Cheese Doodles. And then dessert. Hostess Twinkies, or my favorite Ho Ho's! The joy of unwrapping the foil of a Ho Ho. Peeling off the fudge layer and unrolling the cake to reveal the velvety cream within. Oh, I loved those fruit pies. My mother did not give us a whole pie, but sliced it in half. The first thing I did in junior high was buy and eat a whole Hostess Blueberry pie.
Occasionally we had a homemade treat, or a Drake's cake- remember Devil Dogs?
But, Hostess snacks reigned supreme at our house. How I wish they still tasted as magical as I remember from my childhood.
Causes Annette Talbert Supports
Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation, RIF (Reading is Fundamental),
Hands On Foundation, Dignity U Wear, Girls, Inc.