Caracas and the Uncanny Valley' of Socialism

Boris Zelkin, American Greatness
If the veggie dogs didn't come so close to meeting my expectations for real meat, I'd be much more forgiving (as I tend to be with garden burgers). But when the texture and taste approximate meat too much, I'm less willing to accept even the smallest variation that makes me realize that I am, in fact, eating something other than the food my brain is expecting. I extend this almost-but-not-quite principle throughout my diet eschewing, as a general rule, carob-based chocolate, seitan chicken, and non-dairy ice cream. Apparently my reaction to almost-but-not-quite foods has a name, it's a...