“Do. Not. Fuck. With. Our. Whiskey.”
~18th Century Americans/19th Century Americans/20th Century Americans/You Get The Gist
America was founded under a few core principles. Now, it’s been a while since we’ve skimmed through the Declaration of Independence, and if you put a gun to our head we’d still not be able to tell you what the Third Amendment of the Constitution does, but we’re pretty sure America is all about life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness through the imbibement of alcohol. Nope, that’s right, we nailed it on the first try, don’t even try to ask Google if that’s right they’ll just steal your cookies and put them on boat servers and sell them to Nigerian Princes (besides being keen historians, we’re also internet experts).
We bring this up because we’d like to tell you about a very important history tale, from America’s distant past. Imagine, if you will, a time when America’s very existence could be threatened by even the smallest of threats. Picture a government trying to tax our booze to pay for war debts. And imagine people rising up and saying, “Get your hands off our fucking booze” with enough anger and violence that it marks the only time that an acting President led troops to battle.
Yes, that’s right, we’re here to talk about the Whiskey Rebellion, the relatively minor yet strangely important hiccup in American history that, naturally, was centered around our nation’s love of alcohol.
Get Your Hands Off My Bottle: A Short History of the Whiskey Rebellion
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Tagged Alexander Hamilton, America, Clint Eastwood, David Lenox, General John Neville, General Neville, George WAshington, Gran Torino, John Neville, Mingo Creek Association, Pennsylvania, Pittsburgh, Revolutionary War, the Whiskey Rebellion, Washington, Whiskey, Whiskey Rebellion
“Huh, so apparently there IS such a thing as eating too many sandwiches…”
~AFFotD Editor-in-Chief, Johnny Roosevelt, shortly before getting his stomach pumped
As mentioned in our previous post, the simple concept of “a sandwich on a long roll of bread stuffed with cold cuts and condiments” has expanded well beyond our wildest dreams.
While many of these variations are all words for the same thing (the submarine begat the hero begat the grinder begat pointless regional squabbles about lexicon and so forth) these linguistic shifts have also helped create entirely new sandwiches made to be stuffed into submarine or Italian bread and embraced as a regional dish so fervently that even New Yorkers sometimes have to step in and go, “Woah, easy there, Philadelphia, we get you invented it, but people are allowed to add different things to a fucking cheesesteak.”
Ha, just kidding, they’d never say that, they’re too busy trying to pretend they make the nation’s best hot dogs because…what, they’re sold in carts? Because it’s easy to go to a cart and have someone scoop out a three day old frank and top it with sauerkraut and mustard and that somehow makes your hot dog “supreme” to, say, every other type of hot dog that at least tries? Get off your fucking high horse, goddamn you.
Okay, sorry, back on track. Anyway, for whatever reason, the state of Pennsylvania accounts for like, 40% of all the sandwiches on rolls of the entire East Coast, so we decided to give them their own section in our series on…
The Regional Italian and Submarine Sandwiches of America: Pennsylvania
Posted in AFFotD Special Features, America's Best Foods, The American Sandwich Series
Tagged America, Amoroso, Barb Mills, broccoli rabe, cheesesteak, cheez whiz, Cosmo, Hoagie, Hoagies, Long Roll Sandwiches, Mayo, Mayonnaise, norristown, Pat Olivieri, Pennsylvania, Philadelphia, Philly Cheesesteak, provolone, provolone cheese, Regional Sandwiches, Roast Pork, Sandwich, sandwich shop, sandwiches, Sub, Submarine Sandwich, the state of Pennsylvania, wiz wit, zep
“Delaware. We’re in Delaware.”
Together, America is united as one boozy, overweight, hard drug dabbling awesome nation. However, it’s important to remember that we began as a confederation of states, and each of those states very much has its own unique identity which is defined through their citizens, history, and contributions to American society. If you’re looking for the best bourbon in the nation, you’ll probably think of Kentucky before, say, Alaska. But that doesn’t mean Alaska doesn’t live life Americanly by shooting wolves from helicopters and getting paid for no reason other than living in a place not a lot of people want to be.
So when we at AFFotD look to exalt America, sometimes we have to look at each individual piece of the puzzle and determine the most American aspects of each state of this great nation. That is why we are here to present to you a five part series listing the most American qualities of every state in the Union, in order of when they were officially admitted into the United States of America. So grab onto your hats, and get ready to watch us frantically Wikipedia what the hell is in North Dakota.