Twinkies

Is this progress or what? Yesterday morning, Carla was making breakfast, I took a whiff, thought “toast,” I went into the kitchen, looked over her shoulder and saw, “Pop Tarts,” waiting to be launched from the toaster. I asked, “Are those Pop Tarts?” She answered, “Yes, they’re organic.” I thought about that for a moment, frankly, I was slightly stunned (in my mind, I saw rows and rows of freshly-grown Pop Tarts in a field in Sonoma, California waiting to be harvested by happy, smiling migrant workers). I finally said, “You know, if they come up with organic ‘Twinkies,’ there might be hope for us after all.”