What is it about sitting in a car for six or seven hours that makes you want to load it up with stuff you know damn well you shouldn't eat?
Oh, the lure of the road trip.
Wish me luck in avoiding the rain and RVs leaving the coast.
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Any time I cross the border into the States I get an irrational urge to eat Hostess Fruit Pies. Because I can't get them here.
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There's nothing irrational about that. Although I'd actually recommend picking up one of the "local variety" a.k.a. "knockoff") Hostess Pies since they can often be better. For what it's worth, I always preferred Dolly Madison Pies to anything that Hostess put out since I felt Hostess was ripping Dolly Madison off. Sadly, unlike the Peanuts Christmas Special they once annually sponsored, Dolly Madison has faded into the mists of time. Dammit, now I want a pie.
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