I live in St. Louis, MO, but my heart and soul hang out at the beach. I am a multi-genre, award winning writer and member of St. Louis Writer's Guild. I am a seasoned pre-k teacher, on line writing instructor, wife, mother, Nana to ten. Hopefully, something I say will make you smile, further your writing career, or inspire you to write from the heart, too.
Saturday, May 6, 2017
Creme in the middle, coconut on top
When I was a little
girl, our home was located right behind a neighborhood confectionery. Oh those chocolate
Hostess cupcakes! I loved those creme-filled delights, and I never
understood why Dad peeled off the chocolate icing which had a little white
squiggle down the center.
He only liked
the cake. To tell you the truth, I prefer the cake with only a small taste of the too-sweet
icing. That little white dollop of creme in the cake center makes me salivate
thinking about it. Dad
also liked jelly roll snack cakes, but his favorite was
Snoballs originally were white, but now come
in a variety of colors for special occasions.
Pink − Standard, year around
Green (Lucky Puffs) – St. Patrick's Day
Lavender (Hoppers) – Spring
Neon green (Glo Balls) – Halloween
Orange (Glo Balls) – Halloween
White – Winter In case you haven't purchased a Sno ball in a while, they have
melted, um, shrunk, to half their original size.
First introduced in
1947, the coconut-covered, marshmallow-frosted cakes were white, and they lacked
creme filling until 1950. At one time manufactured and owned by Hostess, they are now owned by private equity firms, Apollo Global Management and
Metropolous & Co.
my children were in elementary school, I accompanied them on a field trip to the local
Hostess Plant. We rode through the factory on a tram and watched how Twinkies are filled and packaged, and we observed how a machine put perfect white squiggles atop the chocolate
icing on the Hostess chocolate cup cakes.
supervisor came into a break room with a selection of snack cakes for everyone. I was
as thrilled as the kids. Ding Dongs, Banana Flips, Ho-Hos, mini chocolate
donuts, fruit pies. I could go on and on traveling down Memory Lane.
were at the grocery store and came across a little Snoball gem all by itself
on the bread shelf. Discarded by a hectic mom who snatched it from her toddler?
A second thought cast off, reconsideration from someone whose jeans are getting snug? A
leftover from St. Partrick's Day or dare I say, Halloween?
WOW! Did the hand painted windows at the restaurant take me back to when I was eight years old. At
holiday seasons all of the neighborhood merchants selected 8th graders to paint their
windows. I so wanted to do that, but by the time I made it to eighth grade, the
practice had faded.
When I became an early childhood teacher, I'd get
out the tempera paints and allow the students to paint "fireworks," and flowers, and holiday decorations on the windows. Yes, of course I participated! Talk about brilliant, almost blinding light. Look at this! The sun made an appearance.
So, Thursday night, at 8:00 p.m., on a very cold and cloudy day, this is what filled
the sky. I can't tell you how I rejoiced. The flood waters have receded and the
cleanup has begun in our town. We were fortunate not to have been affected by
the two month's worth of rain St. Louis received in a few short days.
I know you may think I am "snowing" you, but during the stormy weather, Western Kansas was receiving four inches of snow per hour. Crazy weather!