When I was 7 or 8 I used to load up on sugar every morning. I’ve told the story about the frosting. But at another point it was a box of MoonPies. They seemed pretty good at the time; within a few years I thought they were kind of nasty. (This was in New York, not the South, but my folks are from Tennessee and evidently brought their fond (or misremembered) memories of MoonPies with them.)
