An Ode to P. and the RDT

A week or so ago my chemo mentor, P., and I were talking about the food cravings prompted by chemo. In her case, it was lemon meringue pie; it my case, it's Entenmann's Raspberry Danish Twist (hereafter, the "RDT"). 

For those who haven't experienced the RDT, it is the Platonic ideal of processed food. It is nothing but fat and sugar, and while the nutritional information on the packaging makes it seem marginally tolerable, the data is based on a serving size that no normal human could possibly accept. Eight servings per package? Not a chance. At best it's three or four. 

The RDT is absolutely terrible for you, and absolutely fabulous, especially if you increase it's nutritional value by heating it up in the microwave and then melting butter all over it. 

Nirvana on a plate. 

But sadly, it's been years since I've had one -- at least until today. Though I've been searching, I haven't been able to find a local grocery store that sells the RDT. However, this morning at work P. stopped by and dropped off three RDT's she bought on Amazon. It never even occurred to me to try Amazon. 

Thanks P.! You're amazing!

(And no, I'm not telling how much of the first one I ate tonight. But every bite was delicious.)