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It's hard not to feel like a smug, lucky duck on a plane to (or from) Hawaii.
That is, until they park this puppy in your face: Behold, the Pulled BBQ Chicken Hawt Pocket of Despair. Crying into a tiny wastebasket of ranch.
Posted at 06:29 AM in I Spy (Food Snapshots), Super-Expressive Foods | Permalink
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