Why does food taste so great at the exhibition, or fair as you may say. Like corn on the cob - god only knows how long it simmers in those vats, corn dogs - talk about heart attack city, perogies smothered in sour cream and onions, and butter - no comment, and of course I'd die waiting in line for a piece of Doukhobor bread, buttered of course. I
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