While the average Philly family liked their Tastykakes (what wasn't to like?) MY family was linked even more so to the company. My grandpop drove a Tastykake truck, my uncle drove a Tastykake truck, and my dad drove a Tastykake truck too. Seeing the box-like truck in my driveway meant I could sneak on board at the end of a work day and see if there was a stray box of Peanut Butter Tandytakes laying around. Unfortunately, it was usually boxes of coconut cream pies I found...YUCK! Apparently NO ONE liked those!
Every Christmas growing up, our family would convene at my Granny's home on Fifth Street in Philly. It would be there that my Granny, her five children, and all 15 cousins would gather in a row home where a front parlor, dining room, kitchen and basement with a wringer dryer would try to contain us. Luckily before it got too dark out our parents would free us for a stroll up Fifth Street to look in the storefront windows. But we had to be back in time for the grand finale...my Granny's presentation of the cookies. Not home made cookies, but a tub of Tastykake Christmas sugar cookies given to each one of us with such a flourish that only my Granny could muster. These cookies were greeted with either delight or an eye roll depending on which cousin you were. Mine was an eye roll and a reminder to say "Thank you Granny". Regardless of the reaction, the cookies did morph into a family tradition as well as a family joke (sorry Granny!).
They were my house marker...
My dining room centerpiece (well UNTIL my cousin decided her boxes, and boxes, and boxes of bakery rolls needed to take the cookies' place on my table...okay, they WERE delicious!)...
Do we know how to run with a theme or what?!? Note: Coconut Cream Pies were NOT given an invitation!