Growing up in rural Ohio, most of my snacks had one thing in common: the top peeled off. Looking through that veiled plastic window into my snack of pale orange and off-white, I was anything but excited. I just couldn't bring myself to tear into it the way I would a snack cake; in fact, the fruit cup was the one treat in the pantry that looked back at me every time I opened the door.
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