I haven’t had a Twinkie in forever, which I feel like is a good reflection on my mental health. When I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I had one, I thought, “Damn. You’re in a good place, Danny. Therapy works. Who knew?” Although, I was unreasonably excited to try a Twinkie again. It’s a once-every-ten-years treat for me, so I walked into it with an open mind. Did the Tropical Blast make a splash? Well…
I have no clue what makes these Twinkies tropical. They don’t taste fruity or tangy or bright in any way. It’s just a Twinkie with neon blue goo inside. The blue is so stark and fake looking that it is in no way reminiscent of any real type of food, and the taste is nothing but sugar. The Twinkies themselves are pretty good, though, although not as soft and fluffy as I remember.
Honestly, I think this product is an abomination in the eyes of God and proof that we are all going to be deservedly smote by our creator.
Danny is a comedian, cook, and food writer living in Los Angeles. He loves gas station eggs, canned sardines, and Easter candy. He also passionately believes that all the best chips come from Pennsylvania (Herr's!). If you can't understand Danny when he talks, it's because he's from Pittsburgh.
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