They were as good as cash with our Barbie lunch box crowd – No, better. The “Golden Sponge Cake with the Creamy Filling” was loved by us kids of the 1960’s. And not only were they heaven in my kid mouth, I could get good stuff in return for that lunchbox icon – the Twinkie: Squatty fuzzy haired troll dolls. Hard plastic horses with manes to comb. Even plastic fringe bicycle handles.
So, you can understand why I am mourning the loss of Hostess and their beloved Twinkies. When the Twinkie-pocolypse was announced, I needed to commiserate so with my mom.
“We have got to find a few boxes!” “Yes, go out and buy all you can.” “Let’s make Twinkie Shortcake after Thanksgiving.”
I struck out at three stores, all Hostess products had been cleared off the shelves the night before, and so I was thinking all was lost. The day after the fest, mom impishly pulled out not one but TWO boxes from the recesses of her cupboards. My culinarily talented co-blogger and sister Sandy and I cheered. “WHERE did you get these?” “I’ll never tell!”
And strawberries and cream met new “shortcake” that day. “Why, oh why didn’t we ever make this before?” we moaned. We actually made Twinkie Shortcake. And liked it. And what’s more important – we took a trip down memory lane together!
— posted by Donna
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Twinkie Cake, Real Mom Kitchen
Yummie!
I can definitely say that this post is approved by Sofie. Here’s proof . . .
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A future foodie in the making!
It was a great after-feast delight, bringing back delicious memories like the ones my daughter mentioned about the lunch-box trading she would always win if she had Twinkies to trade. The sweetest memory, however, is that of the inventor of this “shortcake”: one of our dearest friends ever, Frank Brant, an honest-to-goodness Arizona cowboy, who passed away ten years ago, leaving a greater void in our lives than even the must-missed Twinkie. I’ll go in and eat one for you, Frank. Happy trails.
Thanks for such a loving tribute to a beloved cowboy!
Dear Carol,
Thank you for the sweet comments about the love of my life. Not only did Frankie love Twinkies, but so did his horse. Often, as I packed a lunch for him to take when he rode out to check cattle, I had to pack the same lunch for his palomino, which often included Twinkies, along with a cheese sandwich and. would you believe a Coke? I even have a photo of Frank holding a Coke can for that horse to slurp. You brought back tender memories ~ and of course a lot of tears.
Hugs,
Carol Brant
Thank you for sharing that special memory with us. I can picture Brother Brant helping that horse drink a can of Coke. Really? What else would it drink in the hot Arizona sun?
I wish I had been there to see that scene! Thanks for sharing – and for your support. We love your comments ~ keep ’em comin!