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Monthly Archives: December 2012
… for complicated times.
However, whenever, whatever you celebrate, Happy Holidays to all from The Walrus. Wishing everyone a happy and prosperous New Year!
Out of the horror of last Friday, we must remember, and honor all those who died. But the six adults who lost their lives at Sandy Hook Elementary School deserve special recognition. Six educators, all women, died in the line of duty while doing their best to protect the little ones in their care.
They deserve to be remembered as what they are — heroes.
Their names are:
Anne Marie Murphy
May God bless and comfort all who knew them.
There are no words to convey the horror of the Newtown, CT school shootings today. None. Nothing is adequate.
As President Obama noted, our hearts are broken today.
May God be with the families of all those affected by this terrible tragedy.
So this is December 13. It’s no longer 12/12/12. It’s not Friday the 13th. Heck, it’s not even the Mayan Apocalypse date.
In other words, it’s just another day. Nothing special, right?
Well, maybe. No, December 13th, 2012 doesn’t have its name up in lights like those other dates. But like every other day, it’s not as ordinary as it might appear.
Somewhere, someone started a new job today. Someone decided to quit their old job. Someone decided to go back to school.
Someone mastered a dance step today. Someone finally hit that note. Someone found the right words for their novel.
Someone was born today. Someone got good news from their doctor.
Someone, somewhere, said “I love you” to someone else for the first time today.
Yep, it’s just another day. And whether we realize it or not, that’s something really special.
The Twinkie is dead.
So it goes. Another icon of my well-spent youth gone, the victim of changing times.
There have been many over the years. Record albums. Turntables to play them on. Typewriters. Burger Chef restaurants. But the Twinkie hits home in a way the others didn’t.
For a significant part of my youth, Twinkies and their Hostess Brands brethren — the cupcakes, the Ding Dongs (and King Dons) and Zingers — were my breakfast food of choice. First with a healthy little carton of milk, later with Diet Coke, and even occasionally with coffee, Twinkies were well and truly the breakfast of champions.
It started in elementary school. It continued through college and well into my 20s. Honestly, if I had a dime for every Twinkie I’ve ever eaten, I’d be the next Warren Buffett. And now they’re gone, maybe for good. I’ve lost a friend.
Granted, not one that was good for me. Sponge cake, mystery filling and enough preservatives to keep them fresh at least through the end of the Mayan calendar obviously don’t qualify as health food. But there’s no denying the taste, the texture, the thrill of knowing they’re bad for you and eating them anyway. There’s just something about that little yellow pound cake thing filled with creamy goodness that’s addictive.
You want decadence? Try the ultimate indulgence, the classic fair food known as the deep-fried Twinkie. The simple act of dipping a Twinkie into batter and hot oil raised the people’s food into a great American delicacy worthy of royalty. My very intelligent wife, the health conscious one of the family, allowed me to have only one a year. One spectacular treat, on one glorious day. It was worth enduring the remaining 364 days just to experience it.
And now it’s gone. It doesn’t matter anymore. Just like that.
I had what might have been my last Twinkie a few days before the liquidation of Hostess Brands was final. I grabbed the last package on a shelf at one of the convenience stores I pass on the way home from work. Eating it was a bittersweet experience, recalling scenes from my childhood, scenes that now seem a little farther away.
Sure, someone’s likely to buy the brand, and eventually the Twinkie and its siblings will return to the shelves. But it won’t be the same. As with most other resurrected brands, only the name will remain the same. The experience won’t.
Then again, if it’s deep-fried, it might work out OK….