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plonqI broke down at lunch today and left work on a holy quest for Twinkies. My brain was being flooded all day with idyllic memories of tender golden sponge cakes and creamy filling, and I finally couldn't take it any more.
I procured my Twinkies and brought them back to the office so that I could enjoy them over a cup of tepid, stale coffee (the beverage of choice to go with Twinkies). I tore away the plastic wrapping and sunk my teeth into the golden, spongy goodness.
Bleah.
Either they have changed the recipe since the last time I had these, or my memories have become clouded with time.
I procured my Twinkies and brought them back to the office so that I could enjoy them over a cup of tepid, stale coffee (the beverage of choice to go with Twinkies). I tore away the plastic wrapping and sunk my teeth into the golden, spongy goodness.
Bleah.
Either they have changed the recipe since the last time I had these, or my memories have become clouded with time.
