Sunday, March 23, 2008

A tale of resurrection!

As much as it galls me to say so, I owe this discovery to my brother and a phone call he made to me.

At first, I thought he might be pulling a prank on his older, better-looking (and more modest) brother. This wouldn't exactly be a stretch to think he'd do something like this. But, as I reflected, he knows there are certain things that we don't joke about, and this was one of them.

So after taking care of a few errands, I went to recon the location he provided me. I walked in, trying to look nonchalant, as if I weren't on a mission of dire importance.

I peered down aisle after aisle until I found the one that could provide happiness or torment. I thought for a second that I'd been too late; that I'd missed my chance, but then I saw them. In the distance I heard trumpets and the Hallelujah chorus.

There, before my myopic eyes: Hostess Pudding Pies.

Back up in your ass with the resurrection.
The very same pies that have prompted me to write letter after letter to Hostess, pleading and indirectly threatening (Twinkie the Kid can now walk the streets safely) for the return of my once-loved fattening pastry delight.

I grabbed all four on the shelf and made my way to the cashier, where I paid just under $6 for something I hadn't eaten in nearly two decades.

Yes, I'm that old and pathetic.

I enlisted my wife to document the occasion. Now keep in mind, in a perfect world, they would have been the vanilla pudding pies, but as evidenced by gas prices, the continued fame of Paris Hilton, and my hairline, we don't live in a perfect world.

I cautiously inspected the first Pudding Pie.

Fee, fi, fo, focolate. I smell Hostess' synthetic chocolate.
All right, so far, so good. But did they taste OK?

1 Guy, 4 Pies is much more pleasant than 2 Girls, 1 Cup.
Huzzah! All is chocolatey and so sweet I almost needed insulin.

I have yet to see if Hostess has brought back the vanilla pie as well; I'm going to be writing them tomorrow. But this just goes to show you, kids: whine about something long enough, and you'll get it just so you'll shut up.

Nacho cheese Cheetos, anyone?


  1. I'm very happy for you, I know what a moment this must have been for you. It was that way with me & the cherry pez.

  2. michele10:05 PM

    Good ol' chocolate chip cookies do it for me. Any kind, any shape, soft, hard, macadamien (sp?), white chocolate you name it. I'm in!
    Twinkies, yoho's ding dongs - used to but no more.

    You are very funny by the way!

  3. Another headline: All is Right with the World!

    Now, if they could only resurrect the original Taco Tuesday...crispy beef and chicken tacos, filled with shredded white cheese and salsa for a buck a piece....BTW the restaurant would have to be resurrected as is gone!

  4. I don't know, man, but you are indeed a man of my heart (and most likely pre-diabetic levels).

    I remember the first time I sampled the heavenly was in a green wrapper (as a promo for the first animated TMNT movie). They had chocolate, vanilla and a chocolate AND vanilla one, if I recall correctly (which at this point I may not be, because I'm in a fitful state trying to figure out how I can get out of the house to put my hands on some of those perfect pudding pies!

    Rock on.


  5. Very nice article

  6. I frequent a Hostess Outlet in suburban Chicago that - to my knowledge - has never NOT carried the chocolate pudding pies. I seriously drive about 15 miles each way (which doesn't sound like a lot, I know) to this store to stock up on the pastry wonder.

    By the way, found you through Google. Pudding pies came up in a conversation about foods we missed, and they didn't believe me that I can still get these :)