one of the many american foods perfected in the 1960s. once someone at my work caught the toaster on fire trying to toast one of these, I’m not sure what went wrong but I wish they had burned the building down
most transcendent of processed foods. when it hits right I have the same experience as the food critic in Ratatouille when he flashes back to childhood.
i put a moratorium on international travel for myself last year and it has frankly made me a patriot u can see the badlands of South Dakota, the oldest exposed rock in the world (1.8 billion y.o) at the Grand Canyon, ancient pueblos in New Mexico, the pristine boundary waters of Minnesota —all accessible without a passport—what a privilege, what a gift “O beautiful for spacious skies / for amber waves of grain / for purple mountain majesties / above the fruited plain” they were not kidding
