Behold as I Deface a Timeless Wartime Photograph for the Sake of a Pun

Not too long ago, The Girlfriend was telling me all about how she used to watch Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution before they made an American series.

"I think Jamie would be proud of the lunches I make for my daughter, at least %97 of the time," she said.  "I've been watching his shows for years.  My friend John eats at his restaurant once a year."

"Neat," I said.  I'm a charming conversationalist.

"Yeah," she continued.  "He takes at risk teens and teaches them to cook."

At this point, my mind was in full daydreaming mode.

"Ha, ha.  'Food Revolution.'"

"Yeah, yeah," she said.  "But he means well!  He changed England.  Well, England is about as big as South Carolina, but still."

Seeing as how she was becoming slightly defensive, I knew she'd misunderstood what I was giggling about.  To clarify, I said:

"No, no.  I mean, could you imagine cupcakes executing dissidents?"

I know the picture shows a cupcake being executed, but that's because the more I thought about it, the more I was certain that sweets would be among the first to be purged in Chairman Oliver's Food Revolution.

(And flavored milk.)