Having spent some of the morning e-mailing with people in the U.K., I'm eating waffles with huckleberry syrup made by someone with an Arabic name, which Marty won in a medieval-style tournament held so that the U.S. Marines could collect toys for Santas to give to children in poverty conditions. I used a chopstick to take the waffles out of the electric waffle makers, because that's how it's done these days around here. I'm drinking Irish Breakfast Tea, which isn't really from Ireland. It's from the Assam Valley in India, via Trader Joe's.
I'm sure most of you could tell a similar story, perhaps without the Albuquerque bit (or with). I hope you will.
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