The Twinkie Defense

I celebrated Mother's Day in a truly weird way. I bought a package of Twinkies. Not for me. For my kids.I'm a certifiable Berkeley foodie. I write about organics and sustainable agriculture, so what gives?Just the old Buddhist theory to continually test your ideas against the truth of experience.I'm happy to report that Twinkies are even worse than I remembered. It's like eating a vat of chemicals that stick to the roof of your mouth, courtesy of all that partially hydrogenated oil.I'm also happy to report that my son Jack spat it out after his first bite, as did Matthew, after his third (he's a scientist that one). I do hear, though, that deep frying them improves the flavor.Maybe next Mother's Day.