the real trans agenda

You know, I prefer the clean, more organic taste of European. The piquancy of the Spanish pairs well with a Riesling. The yeasty, fermented warmth of the German is simple, yet wholesome. But, every now and again, a bit of American is a guilty pleasure, a buttery, unctuous, sweetened mess that rolls across the tastebuds in all its jammy chemical glory.

*slurp*