When Raphael discovered that I had never eaten a Hostess Fruit Pie, one of the foods listed on the Omnivore's 100, he responded with stunned disbelief. When some of our other Serious Eats coworkers revealed that they too lived lives devoid of Hostess Fruit Pies, our collective anti-pie stance nearly pushed him to the edge of having a heart attack. He immediately ran to the nearest grocery store in order to end our Hostess Fruit Pie deprivation.
And then we unleashed the partially hydrogenated horror within the paper wrapper.
Actually, it wasn't as bad as I was expecting (as I was expecting "nearly inedible"). The glazed crust had some kind of satisfying crunch to it and the pie's inner artificially flavored apple flavored goo wasn't tooth-achingly sweet. Not that it reminded me of my favorite apple pie or anything. Maybe it would've been better after a few minutes in the oven, or if I had been a sugar-starved elementary school student. I heartily disagree with Hostess' website saying that with these pies "a trip to the snack cake aisle can be like visiting a country fruit stand." If so, that's some messed up fruit.
Although I've never eaten Hostess Fruit Pies as a kid, I'm pretty sure they fit under the Pixifoods category. If only I had seen these alarmingly elaborate Hostess Fruit Pie comic book ads as a kid—then I would've been all over them.