Freihofer's was the dominant commercial bakery where I grew up.
I'll never forget "The Freddie Freihofer Show" on local TV, or its theme song (Freddie Freihofer, we think you're swell…).
So I knew nothing of TastyKake until I moved to Philadelphia.
It was the '70s, I was in my 20s, and I gulped all the local liquids – Ortlieb's, Schmidt's, even Burlington County's own Boost.
I gnoshed the indigenous solid fare, too: Pork rolls, pretzels, cheesesteaks wit' and wit' out.
I remain, dare I say, underwhelmed.
Except for Butterscotch Krimpets.
This creamy (kreamy?) little gem wins a permanent place of honor in my non-health food hall of fame.
Unlike so many things, food-wise and otherwise, the Krimpet always satisfies.
The Krimpet is, quite simply, perfect.
Memo to TastyKake's new owners: Do what you need to do with those Kandy Kakes, Juniors, and those honey things.
But please.
Don't touch my Krimpets.