Oregon Steak's Classic Blue Table Some Foodigenous are the result of ingenuity — like somebody actually put thought into it. Take the chow mein sandwich. Only a food genius looks at a steaming pile of cabbage, carrots, and onions and thinks, yeah… let’s put that on a bun. Others are the result of pure happenstance. Right time, right place. Somebody bumps an elbow, oops — a ravioli falls into hot oil — and suddenly a region’s got a new appetizer on the menu. And then, every on

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Maybe it’s because I dress for winter like I’m a Dickens-era street urchin. Or maybe I’m just a sucker for an old-fashioned redemption story. Either way, my all-time favorite story is A Christmas Carol . So every year I prowl the channels and watch as many adaptations as possible. And it’s always the same: whether it’s Alastair Sim, George C. Scott, or even that one with Mr. Magoo, the real star, for me, is Mrs. Cratchit’s plum pudding. That sounded naughtier than I intended.

Peanut Chews are as lowkey Philly as snowballs whipping past Santa’s noggin or a pretzel rod stirring a cup of wooder ice. In other words—they’re known, just not ‘30-year-old boxer running up the Art Museum steps ’ known. But don’t get it twisted—Peanut Chews are quintessentially Philadelphia. Molasses-forward bites packed with roasted peanuts, dipped in a no-nonsense dark-chocolate coating that packs a Heavyweight punch. And they didn’t need a statue to make their point—just