One of my great discoveries, since moving to Alaska, is that they, too, share my love and hatred of pilot biscuits. Now, if you're my brothers or my father, right about now you're probably thinking to exactly what I mean. But if you're not blessed with the knowledge of what a pilot biscuit is, I'll take the time to describe what I mean. Imagine, for a moment, a hockey puck of flour. This is ...
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