No, I said “sauerkraut.”
(Mrs Cynical is half German and is trying to get me to post a picture of a sad German. I’m very disappointed with her. 
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are there other types?
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Sounds like this:
The gold nuggets of Cap’n Crunch pelt the bottom of the bowl with a sound like glass rods being snapped in half Tiny fragments spall away from their corners and ricochet around on the white porcelain surface. World-class cereal-eating is a dance of fine compromises. The giant heaping bowl of sodden cereal, awash in milk, is the mark of the novice. Ideally one wants the bone-dry cereal nuggets and the cryogenic milk to enter the mouth with minimal contact and for the entire reaction between them to take place in the mouth. Randy has worked out a set of mental blueprints for a special cereal-eating spoon that will have a tube running down the handle and a little pump for the milk, so that you can spoon dry cereal up out of a bowl, hit a button with your thumb, and squirt milk into the bowl of the spoon even as you are introducing it into your mouth. The next best thing is to work in small increments, putting only a small amount of Cap’n Crunch in your bowl at a time and eating it all up before it becomes a pit of loathsome slime, which, in the case of Cap’n Crunch, takes about thirty seconds.
-Neal Stephenson, Cryptonomicon
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You’d never make it on the Minnesota Iron Range, which is where I first encountered this amazing combo.
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You know who else “makes it” in Minnesota?
https://mnprairieroots.com/tag/ku-klux-klan-in-minnesota/
Just sayin’.
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Yeh, whevs. Updated now that I had to get off my VPN to correct your pizza dogwhistles. Cryptofascist. 
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I like that it has “certified color”. WTF does that even mean?
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Not gonna lie, I’d totally try that if I saw it for sale. 
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Why is Bud Light en Inglis?
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cause only the gringos are crazy enough to drink bud light…
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Will only improve Budweiser.
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Nowhere to go but up.
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As a slight aside.
When I was a kid, I was always agast when my father put pepper on his watermelon. Nowadays, living in a Latino neighborhood, I can’t imagine melon without Chile and lime.
I dread the thought of living in a predominantly gringo neighborhood again. I like that that I have a selection of chorizo, I have a street nickname (they call me Gin’n’juice), and I know every pitbull in a half a mile radius.
It also tickles my funny Bone every time I buy something labeled Bimbo.
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Variety of flavor is a beautiful thing, ain’t it?
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