Fernando de Sousa, Wikimedia Commons I was planning on regaling you with tales of the highly appropriate rainbow-hued foods I snuck into the Pride Parade this weekend in Tower Grove Park. Alas, even Southern sneaks wilt like delicate magnolia blossoms in 100-plus degree heat, and I am no exception. I scuttled back indoors to live to sneak another day with less chance of heat stroke.Instead, I'll offer you an exercise in one of the core doctrines of sneaking food into movies: appropriateness. Ju
