Nuked 3 corndogs took outside to eat and watch dogs play "ice cube party." All good until I was on my second corn dog, last bite. Then my teeth made contact and scraped the wooden stick. Ugggh! That sends me into orbit. Popsicle sticks provide the same effect. Some people cannot tolerate nails across a chalkboard. Similar type thing.
Anyway, I was done. The last corn dog went into the trash. Now eating sweet rolls with milk and they blew off my cringe.
