I<\/span><\/p>\n remember when I was a kid, late grade school early middle school, I’d find myself at home after school…ALONE! Those were a glorious 94 minutes of complete freedom to do whatever I wanted. Sure, my parents had set light expectations and modest chores after things like homework were attended to, but there were other things to occupy my mind.<\/p>\n Specifically, there was Gilligan’s Island, The Brady Bunch, and Happy Days. During this early 80’s non-streaming TV binging there would be after school hunger. There was plenty to eat in my house. However, I have memories of concocting some of the most awful “sandwiches” on the planet. For some reason, my prepubescent brain would only satisfy hunger with a SANDWICH.<\/p>\n When appropriate meat and cheese to my liking wasn’t available, i.e. American singles and bologna as other meats and cheeses required getting knives and cutting boards out, I would embark on creating my own masterpieces of gastrointestinal abomination. For example, the Wonder Bread, potato chip, ketchup sandwich. Or, when I was feeling extra culinary, I’d add some dill pickle slices to that delicacy and decide to swap ketchup for mustard. It just depended on my palette that day you see.<\/p>\n Enough about my gut travails. I almost drove off the road the other day when I saw this sign. I thought, “Surely, this is a joke. Or, this is some kind of sauce that has the flavor of said snack item!”<\/p>\n I investigated online. They aren’t joking and yes, they have completely given up. It is a Cheetos laiden sauce chicken breast sandwich with…wait for it, actual CHEETOS added. Now Chester Cheetah is playing the Colonel too<\/a>!<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/www.midwesternmeditations.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/MMeM_v15i26a.jpg\")
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