I swear this'll be the last Hostess Snoball post...

...well, at least until the next one, but, just to further establish my hard-won right to mourn the passing of Hostess, let me just add that some dear friends once made me a Snoball cake (since I wasn't going to be able to have such a treat at my wedding)!

Sadly, I don't have a picture of that wonder, so let's put another picture of some actual Snoballs on the blog (since no blog can have too many of those):

Sic transit...

For all of you who, in fact, haven't bought a Hostess product...

 

...in two or five or ten years

(or whenever you started running those 5Ks),

these empty shelves fall on your heads.

 

And now, Ms. Joan Jett:

 

 

Long live the Sno-Ball.

 

 

 

My top four predicted findings from tomorrow's age-appropriate colonoscopy

4.  That they will find every piece of gum I've ever swallowed (and I swallow most of 'em)!

3.  That there will be no sign of any of the many, many, many books that I've devoured over my first fifty years of life.

2.  That there will be an unnaturally pinkish hue from my history of Hostess Snoballs.

and, finally,

1.  That there will be evidence that I have, not unlike much of the American public, swallowed a whole bunch of hooey, such as:

No, no, no, not the cereal, per se (which admittedly I DID love), but the claim that the "sugary sweet cereal [will give the consumer] 100% of the minimum daily requirements of vitamins and iron established by the U.S. Government."

So Hostess declares bankruptcy...

...and there's no mention -- in any of the coverage I've read -- of the SNOBALL!?!  Who's writing these news reports?!!! Snoballs are, after all, far better than Twinkies EVER could DREAM to be!