What the heck is polydimethylsiloxane, and why did I feed it to my daughter? A couple of days ago, my wife was out of town, and I wanted to treat my daughter to a fun dinner, something different, something new. I remembered when I was a child in the ‘70s my father used to buy TV dinners, and we’d eat in front of the tube watching “The Gong Show” or “Hee Haw.” Sure, the meals weren’t that good, but I remember laughing with my dad (as much as I remember the crunchy edges of the “brownie”), and that feeling was what I wanted to give my daughter.
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