Dear Chocolate Chip Pop Tarts: I love the shit out of you. Until I tasted your warm, chocolate goo that’s too cheap to be remotely related to Nutella, I’d smugly blow past you in the breakfast aisle. You make enjoying science food worth never having to wear pants. How I tasted you is because my kid picked you up after I told her seven thousand times three things will survive the apocalypse: Subway, Pop ...Read More