There’s no way to sugar-coat it: in this video, I read a poem and take a bite out of a Twinkie.  (You might notice a bit of a bow to Julian of Norwich at the end of the poem: hazelnut to her, Twinkie to me.)

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I think this was the first Twinkie I’ve tasted since I had a deep-fried specimen at the Bureau County Fair in Illinois, years ago.   But what do you think: can a Twinkie be full of the Spirit of God?  Is there even room in there, amid the sodium stearoyl lactylate and xanthan gum?