So you’re a fan of the Devil Dog, eh? I do enjoy them, but I absolutely cannot eat them without milk. They go hand in hand. The cakey part is just too dry for me.

Hope you get one when you’re back home!

good times. you’re totally making me crave a devil dog right now! Luckily, I am going home in a couple of weeks, so I should be able to get one then . . .

We were a Tastykake household, whereas my best friend’s house was a Little Debbie’s. I’ve had more than a healthy share of their brownies over at her place

I always wondered what devil dogs were. My favorite snack of that calibre are Little Debbie’s Nutty Bars.

I was not much of a Hostess fan. I preferred TastyKakes (like Drake’s, it is/was an east coast thing). I love to have a couple packages of Peanut Butter Kandy Kakes and a tall glass of real milk. Mmmm!

@ Jeff — Thanks! Ah, that pesky gravity. Getting people into so much trouble.

I took the gravel hill spill myself, but not because I was trying to save my cakes. It was the very first time my mom let me ride around the blog alone and I didn’t have the experience to navigate gravity. I think she still feels guilty about it to this day.

Looking back, I’m surprised my mom let us buy all that junk. When I was younger, it was B.J.’s–a local penny candy store, and then, later, White Hen. I usually went for chocolate: Charleston Chews or Milky Ways or Hostess Cupcakes.

According to the unwritten code of childhood, Ann did everything right. I’m glad she (and the Dogs) weren’t seriously injured!

@ Moonshadow — Thanks so much for stopping by. I’m glad you liked the story. And, yes, I copy everything over from my blog to another medium in case something goes horribly wrong with my blog!

Keep writing!

1) Banana seat – check

2) Penny candy in paper bags – check

3) Horrendous bike accident on a hill – check.

Actually that last one happened to my cousin. While I sailed down a treacherously steep hill in her home town of Ottawa, she proceeded to cartwheel off her bike and landed on gravel as well. She was so banged up she needed stitches and cried all the way home whilst I walked both bikes and watched her bleed, drip, drip, drip. Not one of my favorite holiday memories, that.

@ Ann — While writing the story, I developed a huge craving for DD’s and all the goodies we used to get. Thankfully, we still had some Butterfingers left over from trick-or-treat night. Closest thing to a Chick-o-stick I’ll get today!

@ Cardiogirl — There’s something timeless about gazing at lots of candy in big bins, behind glass. I was a kid again when I visited the Hershey store in Times Square last summer.

Bazooka Joe! Sometimes you’d get a piece so hard, you just knew it was sitting in the bin for months. But we’d eat it anyway. Maybe that was the reason for all my teeth problems in my twenties?!?!

Drake’s was distributed in NY, PA and other northeastern states. In the 90′s they were bought by the same company who owns Hostess (a nat’l brand), their arch rival for many years.

Glad you liked the trip down memory lane!