Thursday, May 13, 2010

Virginity

My Twinkie virginity, you pervert. I wouldn't talk about the other virginity... well, with anyone.

(It'd be a miracle if I got to that stage in the first place... having aphensphosmphobia/haphesphobia/chiraptophobia/general-distaste-of-people-physically-coming-into-contact-with-me, in fifty years I'm going to be Susan Boyle, ideally without the pudge and the funny accent but with all my limbs, a small menagerie of hypoallergenic cats and a vivacity that keeps me relevant despite my medically-necessitated lobotomy due to a detrimental habit of sniffing permanent markers botched murder attempt by jealous professional colleagues in the skullduggery world of think-tankery. I have a bright future).

Anyway, growing up as a first-generation Asian-American (that's where your parents hopped over the Pacific Ocean & you were born in the States), I was oft denied the delights of the traditional sucrose-stuffed sweets, and having a health freak conscious mother, was denied many a Chinese sweet as well, and so it is till now, I have not yet ingested any part of this cultural staple of gustatory Americana:

Two Twinkies. You should know that. Image via Esquire.

And so, on impulse, I decided that today I would lose my Twinkie virginity, and finally see what all the fuss about these 'golden sponge cake with creamy filling' is all about:


First bite... this is an intriguing texture.

Mid-chew... still intrigued. I like the word 'intrigued.'



I've been chewing for too long and my mind, having the miniscule attention span of a GenYer, has decided that any food requiring more than a minimal three chews before swallowing is too much. And it tastes funny.


I have set down the rest of the Twinkie, pondering whether or not I have the gustatory... guts to finish it.

I now understand the Chinese incredulity when they see a Caucasian man stuffing his face with these cakes as he's waddling down the street in Shanghai I witnessed two years ago, but in regards to my Twinkie experience, I'm both relieved and slightly disappointed--relieved because I won't gain a massive amount of weight from ingesting these (not) scrumptious delights, and disappointed because my nostalgic, childhood reverence for this once-forbidden confection has really no reason to be help up in such high esteem.

(I am still intrigued by deep-fried Twinkies, however. The New York Times says they're delicious and saporous.)

Your thoughts?

3 comments:

  1. Haha. I loved this post. I can't remember the first time that I tried Twinkies but I am for sure that I didn't like them that much. I now can't look at them without having a sense of disgust to come over me and the feeling to purge. (sad but true) I'm glad to know that you won't be eating them too often and gaining tons of pounds from doing so.

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  2. I never quite understood the adoration of the Twinkie. They taste exactly like what something that can outlive us all would taste like: plastic, artificial, saccharine. Not my cup of tea.

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  3. lol very catchy title, and that's a long sentence without any pauses in the second paragraph..
    dang you write so well---very descriptive

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