Who knew what joy those amazing little hexagon-shaped bundles of preservative sugar heaven, wrapped in thin white frosting with chocolate frosting stripes could provide? They’re every health-nut’s worst enemy, and yet – I can’t resist them. Seeing them is like a beaming back to the school cafeteria where I ate lunch from the age of 9 to 18, often finishing up the meal with one or two zebra cakes.
Zebra cakes, a product of snack cake manufacturer Little Debbie, come twin-wrapped, 10 packs to a carton. That’s 20 times the joy of biting into this yellow cake and cream filling combination. But I think the key to zebra cakes is their consistency. They’ve got a firmness that almost crunches when you take the first bite.
I had the rare opportunity to buy zebra cakes of my very own several months ago here in Sweden. [I can tell you, they’re definitely not on the shelves of any grocery store in the country – probably because the preservatives used in them are illegal on this side of the ocean.]
But the American Embassy thankfully filled the gap. The American Women’s Club hosted a Mustache Ball there in April, and I was one of a couple hundred attendees, clad in a mustache of course. I can’t say that the mustache was any great success – it was relentlessly itchy and kept shedding in my mouth, making any conversation a challenge.
But the “store” of American goods (aka table lined with Little Debbie items, Doritos, and Cheetos) was a very welcome surprise indeed.
MP and I chatted with the girl manning the table for at least 20 minutes about our favorite Little Debbie items and how we eat them, at which point I purchased my own package of zebra cakes. However, I (mistakenly) saved them for later only to realize, upon eating them several days later, that zebra cakes should really be enjoyed directly from the box for maximum freshness, err rather… crunch. A smooshed zebra cake is a disappointment.
You just have to try them yourselves. Although I can’t guarantee you won’t regret it.