Hostess Brands - the maker of Twinkies - announced today that it’s going out of business and laying off 18,500 workers.
That’s sad news for those workers who will soon be jobless. And probably sad news for Twinkie lovers. And lovers of HoHos. And apparently there’s an item called a snowball … lovers of those are probably sad today, too.
But me? I think this is a small sign that there’s still hope for the health of American society. We learned this week that the rate of diabetes doubled in South Dakota, and we’re constantly hearing about the obesity epidemic.
Just Google “Twinkie” today, and you’ll find some good - and crazy - stuff for your reading pleasure.
This Washington Post blog has some great links, including one to view a Twinkies cookbook on Amazon. It’s called “The Twinkies Cookbook," seems to have been written by Hostess and includes recipes such as "Twinkie Sushi," "Twinkie Burrito" and "Pigs in a Twinkie."
But, my absolute favorite article so far, is about a Twinkie-Stuffed-Turkey. Any takers on this for Thanksgiving? It’s called “Twinkling Turkey,” and it comes from “The Twinkies Cookbook.”
Disturbing. I’ll pass, for sure. Some excerpts from the article from Chow:
"Dear God, what is that smell?" my husband remarked as the odor wafted from the kitchen.
"What does it smell like?" I asked.
He wrinkled his nose. “Cake. Bad cake. And meat.”
Indeed—the house smelled exactly how you would imagine a house with Twinkie-stuffed poultry in the oven would smell: like a turkey being roasted in a cupcake-scented Yankee Candle.
When the turkey was almost done, I mixed the reserved Twinkie crème with a quarter cup of honey, and used it to glaze the hot bird before popping it back in the oven for another 12 minutes. Suddenly, the smell coming out of the oven changed.
"Motor oil!" yelped my husband. "Will you open a window?"
That’s it. Now go read the whole thing. It’s worth it, I promise.
Happy Twinkie eating. Be careful if you go buy some this weekend. Someone might fight you for the box.