So they say, but what of toast and cornbread? Yes, there was an altercation some years back. They even wrote a pop song about the subject. Water under the bridge, old chap. Now to the matter at hand, my desire for a snack. A Cliff what? That sounds dreadful. I say Fritos, only three ingredents. I'll let you find out what those are as I finish my libation. After that, I'll doze off in bed of your cousin Ray-Ray's El Camino. He's a charming fellow, apparently quite skilled at something called Golden Tee.