My mother used to work for Wonder Bread. She was the comptometer operator/bookeeper, who balanced all the receipts and kept all the books for the drivers. They weren’t the brightest group in the world and she had to do all the book keeping for them.
She did keep the bread drawer stocked with hostess products, though. At that time, they also had a line of restaurant products, like a strawberry short cake that was loaded with whipped cream and strawberries. It was probably the same cake that was in the twinkies and the pies were probably the same as the fried pies that they sold individually, except baked instead fried.
She kept the drawer for me because I was so severely under weight that the doctor told her to feed me whatever I would eat. Mostly we ate the brownies. Twinkies were never a favorite.
I too could not eat enough to budge past rail-skinny as a kid. I wish I had that problem now, topping the scale at close to the breaking point.
“Twinkies were never a favorite.”
!! Baw! Boo Hoo Hoo Hoo! !! :o(
That is a really nice story, Eva.
Takes me back to simpler (and I think better) times, when families did what they could and got by as well as possible and viewed something like a “boughten” shortcake as a wonderful treat and rarity.
(p.s. With apologies to the perfectly fine Twinkies among us, of course!)