Earlier today, I published a letter about powdered eggs and powdered milk sent to Communist Hungary. I’d like to publish a letter in response, because it is one of the funniest I have read in a long time:

Jay
I suspect that the point about American foodstuffs is valid wherever our culture touched bruised Europeans. To this day, for example, the favorite chocolate of my miserable French mother-in-law is Hershey’s — it was what our troops gave those half-starved kids after the Liberation. Indeed, other than schadenfreude, it is the only luxury of her old age.