There's so many good choices, I can barely pick!
half-frozen tiny OJ's?
I might return to the flock if they'd just bring the OG food services back.
Nothin' like talking to a pretty pioneer sister, fully covered from chin to ankles in a patterned dress, and asking them to dine with you during lunch. "Hey baby, can I get you a Shasta?" I'm kicking myself just thinking of all the heavy-petting and elder's meetings I'm missing out on.