So, in the name of the Father, Son and Holacaust, I am presently partaking of the same fare as any of those who survived until the Day After The End.....


Fission Chips!

(Look for them in the "Just-Desert"-ed Aisle of your favorite food store)

Sorry, I'll grab my protective suit and hang up the "Gone Fission" sign on the door on the way out and go off and catch some rays.....


(Fried and somewhat battered, they're very good with the chips)