Devil Dogs, made by Drake's Cakes in New England, fascinate me. I ate them by the dozen as a boy and still enjoy peeling off the wrapper and scarfing down an occasional Dog when I'm in the northeast. But I find that adults who did not grow up eating them find them inedible--the Saharan dryness of the cake-like parts defeats them before they learn to appreciate the delicious relief of the frosting in between.
For a summer or two around 1980, Drake's put a baseball card in every box of Devil Dogs, and I collected quite a few. I still have the George Brett card that I got. I used it as a bookmark for a long time, though, so it's pretty worn out.
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