Fuck your jetpack and flying cars, the future is edible

Imagine with me a universe filled with goodness and light. Where majestic lions frolic with scampy bison (or antelope, or other fictional creatures). The denizens of this universe have free, universal healthcare, a gulf coast that isn’t being seasoned like a dutch oven, and there’s a lake of stew (and whiskey too!), you can paddle all around it in a big canoe, etc etc. Flying cars are in evidence, jet-pack laden individuals cruise around almost as if to mock us in our less fortunate universe.

What strange wonders and delicacies would you find there? What if you could only bring one thing back, what would it be? I’ll tell you what I would gleefully snatch for my home dimension: The Gradient-wich.

What’s the gradient-wich, you ask. I’ll tell you. It’s a sandwich that slowly transforms as you eat it. One one end, peanut butter and jelly; on the other end, a BLT. Stay with me, faithless reader, there is a method to this madness. Right next to the peanut butter and jelly, is some thai, peanut-chicken, sandwich action. Next to THAT is a traditional club sandwich which segues nicely into the BLT.

Ingredients can overlap slightly, sandwich filling “erogenous zones” if you like, but their should certainly be clear delineations between sections. Complementary flavors and ingredients on either side should provide a stable transitions between flavors. The future is now, people. And it’s delicious.

yuk

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Fuck your jetpack and flying cars, the future is edible

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