Grapefruit on elbows, gasoline on split ends — my friends and I did it all, and (barely) lived to tell the tale.
I spent three days cooking lamb chops, eating custard, and exercising my bust in a quest for turn-of-the-century perfection. And I learned that while some things change (a lot), other things never do.
Latte selfies! Solar-cooked ribs! Let me tell you, it's a brave new world.
I set out to replicate one of America's greatest feats of snack engineering in my own kitchen. And I don't regret a moment of it.