chapotraphouse

The Ham Sandwich race diverges from humanity's racial pinnakkle'. Their haplogroup LV429 made them weak to the sun, despite the sun being the main source of life in this planet. Without the aid of chemicals, under a beautiful sunny day and blue skies their skin will turn pink-red like the Ham sandwich they like so much. Their skin will peel off, and they will spend the next couple days in agony. Another sad deformity in the hand sandwich race is capsicum receptors in their tongues. A hint of the mildest spices will burn their tongues, internal organs, and cause them diarrhea. As such, their mastery of the culinary art is inferior. A food for an adult ham sandwich race is equivalent to a toddler's food in other kkulture. They rely on processed animal products like mayonnaise, cheese, and sour cream, instead of superior spices grown from soil like jalapeños, chilis, cumin, tumeric, cardamom.

The saddest of the ham sandwich race is those who dwells in Amerikkka isola. They are detached from the already inferior kkkulture of their ancestors, and do not have a concept of what we civilized human called society. Imagine living in the current DeLorean century and not having public healthcare. Their food are all inferior copies to the existing recipes, carbonated Al guls, circular flat bread with toppings, or meat between burned breads, all inferior to the mainland counterparts, except maybe England. They further delve into even more processed foods, and derive no happiness in anything but excessive consoomption of earthly products.