Moe is sometimes referred to as a Twinkie with legs. Moe doesn't mind this reference. He knows he's sweet, and he prefers Twinkie's to hot dogs any day of the week. Moe has many dear friends because his sweetness can't be matched. As soon as he struts into a room he has the affect of making your teeth ache because he's so darned sweet. Most people believe that Moe's sweetness is a birthright, but the truth is, when Moe is home alone, he practices on his sweet technique and he practices quite diligently. His practice pays off however, and he is quite loved, so the proof is in the pudding.
Moe was a special request from Melissa of whom I am a big fan. Her shop is here and her blog is here.
It's funny to think about Twinkies. As a kid I craved them like mad, and of course, I was only allowed one in my lunch, which as a youngin' was considered to be a human rights violation. I also craved Lucky Charms. As a kid, when I pictured myself as a grown-up, I thought my main diet would involve all those cereals that turned milk a sugary rainbow color, peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches on white bread and anything Hostess or McDonalds. Thinking about all that stuff now makes my stomach turn. You couldn't even pay me to touch a Twinkie with a 10-foot pole. What exactly is it anyway? Why does it glisten? Have you seen the fried Twinkies at fairs? Crazy.