Ooooh, this taps into so many memories, I can almost smell the artificial cream filling - so sweet it escapes the sealed plastic wrapper. When I was a kid, I hated cake and loved frosting. I used to peel the Hostess frosting off the top and nibble the little curly-ques, which crunched between my teeth. Then I tore bits of the chocolate and let them dissolve on my tongue. Totally gross, I know. But at the time, pure heaven.
It brings back memories of the day-old & outlet bakery in SE Cedar Rapids, too - how the whole store was as quiet as a snowfall. I used to imagine all the soft, white bread absorbing the clickety-clack of high heels of squeaks from broken cart wheels. I wanted to move in and live there, to sleep soundly among the discount bread loaves and boxes of baked treats.