I just tried my first Moon Pie.
Yep, that’s right, I’ve somehow managed to live in the United States for thirty-eight years without ever once sampling that staple of American snack food, the most canomical example of an entire class of cheap, low-quality snacks, the Moon Pie.
It was disgusting.
Which is what I expected, really. All the snacks in the class–HoHos, Ding Dongs, and so forth–are pretty bad, when it comes right down to it.
What surprised me was the way it was disgusting. It’s really not all that similar to, say, your average Little Debbie snack cake; it’s gross in unexpected new ways that are novel and slightly weird.
All in all, I’m glad I did it.