Our culture runs on coffee and gasoline, the first often tasting like the second.
Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.
—Charles M. Schulz
This was the dawn of plastic eating in America. . . . We doted on Velveeta. Spam. Canned ravioli. Instant puddings. Instant anything. The farther a thing was from the texture, flavor, and terrifying unpredictability of real food, the better.