"I feel sorry for this writer. Apparently he/she has never eaten any of this food prepared properly. He/she probably grew up in a barn fighting the pigs for scraps instead of having someone lovingly make him/her some corn pudding, green bean casserole and chess squares. So sad. Seriously. I weep."

Tell us about your days in the Barn, Uber! I want to hear your tale of woe. Wow. So sad. Seriously. Much pigs. So weeping.

AND

"are you some kind of genius because you hate marshmallows?" Well?!? ARE YOU!?!?

I need answers. Answers and pig stories.