On eBay, for five hundred dollars plus twenty dollars shipping, she had bought one of those short, plump little cakes called “Twinkies,” which look as though they had been molded in the shape of a Midwesterner’s meaty thumb.

And soon, mechanically, weary after a dull day with the prospect of an overcooked organic turkey and my wife’s unconscionable Thanksgiving stuffing, I raised to my lips a spoonful of the tea in which I had soaked a morsel of the Twinkie…

Cartoon of the night by Victoria Roberts. For more: http://nyr.kr/RRcfgR