a reply to: neoholographic
Good thread, bad idea. F+S.
After a couple or three decades of consumer reports railing over
the quality and even composition of ground beast, it's no sur-
prise we're getting alternative food to combat the associated
medicine. We may need the latter-- although I believe that
horse left the station long ago. Maybe took the ambulance with 'im.
Not a rant, hope you laugh/
Ironically enough I just finished a late Sunday dinner of
* wide egg noodles which could be modified copolymer due
to the rate at which it absorbed even boiling water. I gave up
after 20 minutes and a resultant durometer of roughly 75-77.
* a quickly stirred up sauce consisting of off-yellow slats, pro-
bably the same molecular makeup: but with more recycled
10w-40 for the sake of 'digestibility'. Only half of the incessantly
spoon pounded semiplastic tub insulation actually melted in the
bovine growth hormone-rich, godless ermine beverage emulsion.
This at a pot temperature of welll over 250F. That qualifies
this concoction as viable organic o-ring material for non combusting
applications. The native salt and name brand mustard saved the day.
Er night. Have I got da goop for that warped Weiand intake or what.
This stuff might actually close off a brand new 1204 on a twice blown
383 stroker with smogger heads. "More goo to go.." Bob Newhart
* Finally to assist in one novel culinary coup, was the thrift store
brand fo swine called 'chunk ham'... the indescribable location
from which the swine's (if indeed even a vertebrate) viscera
obtained as much a mystery as the species of naturally salty hog.
In reality I beheld a somewhat thick, cylindrical replica of hog's
head cheese. This as I said before on the premise of the gelatin
exclusive of cheater chemicals for taste or preservatives. It's
been said glycols taste sickly sweet--- musta dodged THAT bullet.
If this guy had a suit and glowing red eyes though, I could have been
convinced he was the palooka waving with the little girl in the
"Amityville Horror" from a top story window-- right before he got
offed for threatening to turn State's on a major politician.
Names witheld to protect the culpable... for now.
They'll never take me alive. I sucked it down because I forgot what
real food is like. Ah the one blessing of senility. But if you bury me
at sea, have some bench vises tied on or I'll pop back up like Roy
Scheider's chum bob.
If you are what you eat you can call me Fake
Pink Slime and school glue? That's a step UP.