The other day Gus sweetly said “Mom you don’t buy Dad and I Ding-Dongs anymore.” The Neil Diamond song “You don’t bring me flowers, You don’t sing me love songs, You hardly talk to me anymore” went through my head as I thought about it –and he was right. I haven’t shown any Ding-Dong love for quite a while and for all the reasons you may guess. In a weakened moment at the grocery store this week, a bright, big Hostess display loomed (just in time for the Holidays) and Neil Diamond sang out to me as my cart passed. OK, the box didn’t even make it home unopened and by the first stop light I already had wrinkled foil on my lap! I’m not really a lover of sweets or even a chocoholic, really –because with Daddy-O’s sweet tooth he could eat enough for both of us! But since I was a kid I’ve had a soft spot for a Ding-Dong kind of love. During school lunches, my friends and I used to make fake braces with the foil and put it over our teeth, then shriek if the foil came in contact with
one of our fillings. My grown-up household theory has been if I don’t buy it, we won’t eat it. Same goes for any addicting junk food you love to hate like; Ben & Jerry’s, pork rinds (Derek, not ME!), Doritos, Lay’s potato chips, Coca-Cola etc. But damn, that creamy frosting Ding-Dong center surrounded by the moist, fakey-fresh chocolate cake hits the spot every time! Hungry?
*Not that I would or have ever ordered BUT did you know that Amazon even sells everything from Ding Dongs to Pork Rinds junk food?! And here is a link for the T-shirt.
