It’s no secret that the American palette loves crunchy, salty, fatty and sweet. Preferably, all together. While standing in line for Sam’s Chowdermobile, my eyes kept diverting from the slider-esque portions of lobster rolls for $5 to the constant flow of customers holding gingham boxes of two-person portions of waffle-cut

I just got back from Alaska, which to me, a liberal, vegan, and judgmental Californian, appeared to be a backwards, behind-the-times, redneck state with stunningly gorgeous views and impressive wilderness. Against this lush, green backdrop, the food situation was unforgivable.  Health food stores were few and far-between and restaurants were