As a nation, we’re good at doing things not necessarily well, but doing them a lot. This manifests in our politics, and also in the way we eat, as evidenced by our collectively expanding waistlines. It follows then that our attempts to trim those waistlines are also incredibly extra, just absolutely insane things that no one else raised in any other normal, healthy culture would do. There’s nothing too extreme for the American dieter, whether it’s unnecessarily punishing workouts or diets that cut out entire macronutrients that have sustained humanity for millennia. (I can only talk smack because I’m in the latter group, as an annoying keto person.) All of that is to say that only in America can something like the Jimmy Dean Eggwich not only exist, but enjoy what seems like respectable popularity. A sausage patty and cheese encased in a pair of frittata “buns” in lieu of bread, the “eggwich” (a phrase I will not type again) is a perfect artifact of American diet culture: an over-