An unexpected tragedy of the pandemic has come to pass. You note how the grocery store started carrying all kinds of "odd" foods. With supply chain problems, regional brands of food started appearing that you'd never seen before to replace the usual brands they couldn't get.
One of these brought a jubilee to my Yankee grocery stores---bulk sized bags of frozen chicken-fried steak fritter strips. WITH THE WHITE GRAVY PACKET.
Let me tell you. These goddamned things are little pieces of heaven. Who doesn't like chicken-fried steak? Who, I ask you?
Well. Now they're all on $5 a bag clearance because the uptight Northern white people we got all up in here didn't buy 'em. So we're never going to see them again.
After I go clean out the final bags from my grocery store I'm gonna have to hold some kind of (sensibly planned, affordable) funeral behind these things.
Mmmmmmmmm.
They look disgusting. But then I’m a northerner and feel the same way about iced sweet tea.
Perhaps you can have them shipped to you like I have salmon sent from Alaska.