Everywhere you go, in every culture we (people) have immense pride associated with local foods. Go to Philadelphia you need to get a Philly Cheesesteak. Come to Rochester you must get a garbage plate. NYC it’s pizza or bagels. Go to the State Fair you get something fried. Deep fried butter or a double donut burger or GTFO. YOU MUST GET THE LOCAL DISH OR ELSE it seems. I often see these militant dish pushers that go beserkazoid if you don’t dish about their favorite dishes. Coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs or something. But the problem is, for the health conscious folks, the local dishes leave much to be desired. It’s often the fattiest food around. Which is funny, because when I think of “locally grown” foods I think of vegetables and farmers markets. Healthy stuff. But local favorite plates are often greasy, high calorie stomach-cramp inducing nightmares that trade any thoughts of health for grease-guzzling savoriness. Just another part of an obese culture. Militant pride in bad foods. And you all know how I feel about Bacon, right?!
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