So basically, Fiesta Farms, I'll bear the tomato stock and peas but no, rot it, I do *not* want the corn niblets.
Granted, had there been no first nations to cultivate the corn and tobacco and coffee beans that enticed my ancestors here in the first place, half of me would now be in Cumberland eating revolting bits of cow and the other half in Lyon eating unspeakable bits of pig. (Am not a fan of Lyonnaise charcuterie, which could almost give Cantonese cooking a run for its money in the 'we eat everything/ peasants can't be choosers' department.) However, half of me would be happily drunk on excellent wine, so I'd be content.
