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Fried pork chop lo (or should I say low) mein? That crusty bag of flour, though! Tears.

On my knees right now thanking Hood Jesus that my childhood was filled with the blessed extravagance of rib tips and pork fried rice and the delicacy of fried gizzards and french fries.

I did have to break it all the way down like this during my college days, though. I have vivid memories of creating a ramen noodle casserole that I consider the height of culinary ingenuity.

Can’t wait for your expert suggestions on the proper Kool-Aid flavor to pair with Hamburger Helper or to make artisanal sno-kones with ice scraped from the top of the freezer.

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