Click here for the introduction to the Round and Square series "Just Do It Over"
This is it, folks. It should be clear from the last two posts that I have mixed feelings about the Hostess Corporation, empathy for those who could lose jobs, and a fair amount of antipathy for the little Twinkie itself. This is difficult stuff, fraught with contradictory feelings. I am over the sweet taste of those golden stumps—and have been for many years by now. I have my share of dietary frustrations, but the Hostess corporation has little role in them. Whether there is anything dietary worth fighting for is another question. I have my opinion, but I'll leave that to you.
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| [b] Fraught RF |
The problem is jobs, people, and we all know that closing corporate doors isn't good for anyone. Yesterday, Twinkies rose from the ash heap. Both sides entered into mediation, and we all know that you can't spell "not-mad" or "time-on" (or "dime-in") without mediation. It all began today—talks got underway this morning.
They ended this afternoon.
It's all over, folks. There are a few more possible paths, but the shelf-life of the Twinkie is growing short. And remember the thing I said about Twinkies surviving a nuclear holocaust? Well, it turns out that's an urban myth, too. Apparently the little shelf-life-preservatives (I always imagined the possibility of cadavers in medical school packed with Twinkies) actually last only twenty-five days.
It has been a tough day for the Twinkie. It looks like this is the end of the line. How you feel about that depends on your perspective.
And preservatives.
If anything changes, you'll hear it on these pages.
Rest In Peace, Monsieur et Madame Twinkie.
This is one of three posts in a brief series: Twinkies 1 Twinkies 2 Twinkies 3
| [c] Preserved...or not RF |
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