In case I need to remind you, Bill is from goddamn India, which somehow has managed to inherit both the sophistication of British culture and Britain's loopy and charming ignorance of how things operate in the Colonies. Plus, something about thousands of years of its own culture, yada yada. Whatever, we're talking about 'Murica here.
Cream cheese. Um, this is a tangy, soft, white cheese that is sold in three- or eight-ounce blocks. Essentially the only brand is Philadelphia, although you can buy some crappy generic or store brand if you hate America. Cream cheese is used to make dips, pies, frosting for carrot cakes, and of course, Sweetheart Balls. Comes in many different flavors, the better to be spread on bagels.
|Please do not make me explain bagels and cream cheese.|
Graham crackers. Seriously? Every child in America eats graham crackers in kindergarten. I can't imagine an American citizen not smiling at the mention of graham crackers. They are crackers made of graham flour, frequently flavored with honey and/or cinnamon.
|Literally everyone in the U.S. knows and|
Graham crackers can be eaten straight out of the box, or they can be made into S'mores (don't even start, foreign devils), or crushed to make graham-cracker pie crusts or, of course, Sweetheart Balls. Graham crackers are everything that is good and pure about America. How dare you not be familiar with them, you terrorist bastard.
Canned pineapple. Since we are God's Chosen Nation, we can of course obtain pineapple in myriad forms. We can buy them fresh, frozen, canned. And not just canned: We can buy canned pineapple chunks, rings, tidbits, and in crushed form. The latter is useful for baking applications (mmmmm, my mom's pineapple cake), as well as Sweetheart Balls. Fun fact: Dole is the dominant pineapple brand in America, and the Dole family is mostly responsible for destroying the native Hawaiian culture on the islands where pineapples originate. Enjoy!
So there you have it. If you're a freaking Godless terrorist foreigner like Bill the Butcher, I hope this post has been edifying and helpful. If you're a true-blue, red-blooded American patriot, I hope your freedom-loving heart grew three sizes today. Bill: Convert or die, baby. I see no other options.
Someday I will make you Sweetheart Balls, and you will fall to your knees and sing "God Bless America." Get ready for that, you heathen terrorist bastard.
I love you.