I do not belong in the mid-west. True I was born there on a cold snowy February night in 198..something, but I can't really remember ever belonging there. I have never wanted to own a mini van. I have never enjoyed wearing over sized men's t-shirts. I can definitely enjoy Hamburger Helper but have never classified it as "cooking". I've never been crazy about buying in bulk. I've never been on the Jesus bandwagon. I've never looked good in a haircut that could be compared to a helmut. I've never been happy with just existing, without question.
However, depsite the fact that it takes very little time back in the mid-west or around Mid-Westerners to be reminded of this, age and maturity has made me grateful for what it has taught me. Namely how to make some kick-ass fried chicken and enjoy cheap beer...So thank you Budweiser and Crisco. Thank you.
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