I used to eat a Ding Dong almost every day after school. Sometimes I'd nuke it, and eat it all warm and melty. I don't think I've eaten one since I moved out at age 18. In fact, I didn't even know they still make them.
Then today, out of the blue, a box was brought in along with all the other goodies for the Friday Morning Breakfast. Evidently Ding Dongs count as pastries, because I could not resist their seductive power of deliciousness.