Let’s be clear: I am not a “dude,” nor do I routinely choose to eat “dude food” like the fried-chicken-fillet-as-bun Double Down at KFC, or Friendly’s new BurgerMelt served between two grilled-cheese sandwiches.
However, I am the mother of two young dudes who, if left to their own devices, would maintain a diet based solely on foods found on the midway at a county fair. Deep-fried butter? Bring it on, they would say.
I would like