Uncrustables are always on shopping list. I’ve heard ” MOM… can we get these, pleeeeeeaaaase?” too many times to count.
This is going to sound weird, but the Uncrustable in this picture reminds me of a drunk relative at a holday party, a few drinks in, red-nosed and smiling, teetering on his or her chair.
These are the sorts of questions that propel you to the grocery store to pick up some Uncrustables; they then help you to withstand the not-insignificant discomfort of plopping a box of Uncrustables on the conveyor belt in the checkout lane and knowing, just knowing, that the cashier is pretty much taking for granted that you own a vast collection of aluminum foil haberdashery. You will pay him no heed. Plenty of people thought Nikola Tesla was insane, too, man, but only because he dared to question and was.