The Trouble with Twinkies

I may be permanently scarred by my culinary exposure during the early 1970s.  I had a mom who purchased carob chips and made her own bread.  These days, I can really appreciate the benefits of all those organic fruits and veggies and animal proteins that were never mistreated or force-fed a hormone cocktail.  But back then, I just wanted to be normal and get sandwiches made out of bread guaranteed to make me as wonderful as the next Geranimal-wearing kid.

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