1.0 link 99971 http://www.huffingtonpost.com/felicia-c-sullivan/escape-the-church-of-corn_b_99971.html Growing up in Brooklyn, our refrigerator was home to the imitation Idaho potato, sticks of Parkay, and the lone liter of Schweppes ginger ale. One summer, my mother and I subsisted on bags of potatoes cooked every which way one could fix a potato. We cut them into wedges and fried them on the pan. We boiled them. We baked them. We cooked them in a wok we found discarded on the street. When we were flush from peddling our...

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