Chattanooga & Little Debbie Rock the Onion

I grew up eating Little Debbies. My mom would often go to the Little Debbie Thrift Store– that was literally the name of the store– and stock up on boxes that had been slightly dented and heavily discounted. Sometimes it seemed that there was nothing in the house to eat but Nutty Bars and Zebra Cakes.  Little Debbies are to Tennesseans what TastyKakes are to Philadelphians. While I don’t necessarily have fond memories of the high-fructose confections, I do have plenty of memories– my dad slathering his Swiss Cake Rolls in grape jam– and was amused to see them roasted in the Onion: ” Heavily Processed Food Makes Pathetic Nutritional Claims.”