Yo, Man... What's That You're Smoking?

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Dear Cooking, Thanks for your e-mail and for offending me so quickly. Congrats. Apparently, you are unaware that the '60s were very formidable and groovy years for young Nozzlehead. I usually enjoyed a glass of Tang for breakfast (just like the astronauts) and, after that, I got on my out-of-sight banana seat bike with high handlebars and rode around doing wheelies without a helmet. That was, of course, if I didn't have to ride backward in my parents' station wagon without seat belts. When we got home, I would hang loose and would usually have a Hostess Twinkie, Ding Dong, or Tastykake with a glass of whole milk while waiting for my Mom to prepare a luscious TV dinner. Dinner consisted of a tin foil cradled meatloaf square, buttered corn triangle, mashed potato rectangle, and small apple "somewhat" crisp. This while in the back-ground we listened to the Beatles on an AM radio as they poisoned youth, one song at a time.