Purchase of the guy in front of me in the grocery checkout line: a can of “Irregular Pears.” Almost as good as the pyramid of boxes at Sam’s Club that read: “Broken Pretzel Pieces – 10 Pounds.”
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I’d take irregular pears over giant featherless, beakless, mutant chickens any day.
And what’s wrong with broken pretzel pieces? After they get stale it is kind of nice to have them pre-broken. It saves the teeth a lot of aggravation…