Bands with Pans: Dismemberment Plan
Travis whisks up a simple vinaigrette to match his sneak salad. He and Eric, pals since their teenage years, reminisce on helping their own and each other’s dads with meal prep. Back “then,” they reassure me, society was less afraid of liquids that separated. “Now with natural peanut butter, everyone freaks out,” Travis says. It’s true. It’s terrifying.