An age difference of two years doesn’t seem like much, but as childhood memories go, it’s an eternity . Anthony has 22 months on me and those few months have often left me struggling to remember musical groups or television shows that he vividly recalls. While he was sneaking into the theater to see Porky’s, I was watching Ricky Schroder ham it up on Silver Spoons.
Two weeks ago, Ant came home from work–a place he happily describes as a frat house for Star Wars and horror movie nerds–talking up snack cakes. Now, I’m no stranger to the snack cake–the trifecta of the 80s included the Twinkie, the Devil Dog, and the Ring Ding–but my husband was rabid about a snack cake AND mascot I couldn’t recall.
Our conversation–as many of them do–went approximately like this:
- Ant: So, we were talking about snack cakes at work today and I trumped everyone by coming up with a classic–CHOCODILES! Remember those–the commercial had a crocodile for a mascot.
- Nat: Chocodiles? Hmmm, I don’t remember seeing those around.
- Ant: Sure you do! Hostess made them–they were like Twinkies but but better because they were ENROBED (I swear he said that) in chocolate! Not only did we find an old commercial for Chocodiles online–you know, with Chauncey Crocodile, the official mascot–but Huc (everyone in his “office” goes by a nickname) found a website where we could order them online!
- Nat: (a bit underwhelmed) Wow.
- Ant: I know, I know! We all kicked in a few bucks and the Chocodiles should arrive sometime next week!
Which is how I ended up trying out a Chocodile tonight after dinner. Chocodiles are still produced by a select few Hostess factories on the West Coast and aren’t available here on the East Coast. Thankfully, the internet has afforded us the opportunity to have these treats delivered to our doorstep should the craving arise.
I warily unwrapped my Chocodile and primed it for a photo op. It looked like a Twinkie that fell into a pot of waxy chocolate. I hefted it on to a plate–it was surprisingly heavy–and prepared to give it a nibble. To be honest, it didn’t look too appetizing.
I decided it might be wise to do a bit of dissection before biting into the Chocodile. Armed with a knife, I bisected the snack cake to get a cross section. I wanted to see for myself what exactly was inside!
Not too promising, but I pressed on in the name of adventure (and blog fodder)! My verdict on the Chocodile? Well, suffice to say that there’s one member of this household who isn’t crying that these treats aren’t available at our local WaWa (convenience store, for all you West Coasters!). The Chocodile was waxy, dense, and pretty gross. (Sorry, Ant.)
I ate two bites and was about to wrap the remainder in foil when I noticed the expiration date on the wrapper–MAY 6th! Ewww. My husband is fobbing off stale Chocodiles on me. I’m not sure that a snack cake such as this one–pumped full of chemicals and preservatives as it must be–would be impacted by something as insignificant as an expiration date, but I’ll have to reserve my final judgment until the next box of Chocodiles arrives.
So, are you a fan of the Chocodile? Have you even heard of them? I’m more of a TastyKake girl, myself.