Twinkies are as American as apple pie, Coke and hot dogs, and the heavenly treat is my favorite guilty pleasure.

Only a Martian, a member of a lost Amazon tribe or a hermit doesn’t know that a Twinkie a light, golden sponge cake made with enriched wheat flour, sugar, eggs, and leavening agents like baking powder.

What Twinkies lack in nutritional value they make up in emotional and spiritual worth. These are at the top of my food pyramid, indicating they ought to be consumed infrequently, much like premium caviar.

In the Bible, manna was a miraculous, edible substance provided daily by Jehovah to sustain the Israelites during their 40-year wandering in the wilderness after the Exodus from Egypt. I am not a bible scholar, nutritionist, or a historian, but I’m persuaded that the manna that fell from heaven was Twinkies. Who knew that the original CEO of Hostess Brands was God Himself?

As a child, I devoured Twinkies quickly, but now I savor them slowly as an adult.  

I am not concerned about Twinkies disappearing from the world, since they can last for decades on the shelf. Even if there is a nuclear apocalypse, the only survivors might be cockroaches feasting on Twinkies.