|Polyester chic 1978/79|
My mom refused to buy me junk food. She was always feeding me things like couscous or salmon from a can. Pies in a "paper/plastic/I have no clue what material it actually was" wrapper did not pass muster. But my daddy... he was the one to sweet talk. My father didn't eat junk food either. Actually my father rarely ever ate much during the day. He started off with coffee, drank more coffee, had coffee for lunch, and then ate as if it was his last meal at dinner. I however, had the power to con my father (while I was still young and cute) into letting me eat all the nonsense he wouldn't touch, and Hostess fruit pies were on the top of that list.
So zoom back to 2015, a time when smoking AND wearing polyester is hazardous to your health, and I am eating the pie. Frankly, it's kind of gross. I am kind of understanding exactly why my dad wouldn't touch them back then. Maybe I should go grab some salmon instead. Canned, of course.