We are wandering around in a grassy polo field in the middle of the desert.
Jack Johnson is playing on the main stage, so we go for food as far away from him as possible. Sarah and I are on the lookout for corn on the cob, but corn of a different variety catches Carters' eye. Veggie Corn Dogs the sign says. And the picture below says everything else you need to know about this culinary curiosity.
I refused to try it, but decided I probably should for the sake of research. Like most faux meats it's just too accurate and too synthetic to be enjoyable. It is comforting to know that when the world eventually does run out of food we'll probably have these things to nibble on in our little futuristic huts.
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