Growing up, my parents used to half-kiddingly tell me that I looked good in anything I ate. The emphasis here is on the word "half."

Despite multiple napkins and oversized bibs resembling Kevlar body armor, somehow the oiliest foodstuffs or similar substances that usually require an industrial grade powerwasher to remove, would undoubtedly find a place on the front of my shirt.

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