Before singing the praises of Wonder Bread (which I didn't eat much of growing up in Louisiana, where Evangeline Maid ruled), Witchel sings of the junkfood eclectic: "Into every life some Kraft Singles, Hostess Sno Balls and Snickers bars must fall. Could you possibly substitute a wedge of that pampered Camembert for a workaday Kraft Single on a tuna melt? Never. And equal only to the fetishistic satisfaction of eating the filling of an Oreo before you eat the cookie is peeling the Sno Ball's coconut-sprinkled dome of marshmallow from the chocolate cupcake beneath it and saving its creamy center for last."
To paraphrase Homer Simpson, "Mmmmmmmmmmmm. Creamy center. Arggghhllllll."