Mama You Ain’t Lived
…till you done ate a Fried Twinkie. All molten goo on the inside/re-heated donut on the outside, with a dusting of powdered sugar on top…the South has risen. At least until the chapter-elevening Hostess quits [baking?] them at the [laboratory?] Get your order in now at the Square Biscuit in Northfield, VT.