I made Twinkies.
Also, I have my own photographer now, isn't that great?
It started out innocently enough. You see, I had just recently discovered that you could buy Twinkie molds on the inter-web...and I decided that I couldn't go on without one. The week before Christmas, Evan and I were lounging on the couch, chatting about politics and such. I just happened to have the computer on my lap, and was looking at said twinkie mold. I started reading the reviews: " My sister loves to bake and yesterday she showed up at our family BBQ with Devil Dogs, and Twinkies. She was the hit of the party!!!" or "I should have bought this sooner!" I guess I was reading them out loud. Probably on accident.
And guess what I got for Christmas from sweet Evan? Yes! The Twinkie mold! I love a man who has respect for baking. And fancy bake-ware.
It even came with a "cream injector" which looked an awful lot like an over-sized insulin syringe. Let's just hope that's a coincidence.
They were good. I have a feeling this might be "the winter of Twinkies", which will probably be followed by "summer of weight-watchers". Oh well.
