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Re: Foods for those that just don't care anymore

 

Geez.

 

I am not at all .... extremist, as regards food, and certainly enjoy the occasional unhealthy meal. But looking at some of the "food" here, I gotta wonder - Why not just have pure cholesterol fed intravenously instead? It would save time, at least.

 

'Those who don't care', indeed. We are W-A-Y the other side of that particular description, IMO

 

"Americans have their own species of fat." You just don't see it that often outside of the USA.

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I fear for Michael Phelps when he finally retires from competitive swimming. His diet, which received a lot of attention during the Beijing Olympics, would have caused a nearly instant coronary to any non-athlete. I don't know if he even especially enjoyed eating all that: he was fueling the machine, not eating stuff because he liked it. I hope that when he retires he develops more sensible eating habits, or he may not even be able to FLOAT.

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That bacon sushi looks tasty. Although, with "sushi" in the name, I was afraid it was something uncooked, and that's not so tasty!

 

As a kid, I used to have bacon sandwiches, which were just white bread, bacon, and mayo (or miracle whip). Yum!

 

I still have bacon sandwiches on occasion for breakfast. Though the bread is toasted and I hate mayo. :idjit:

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I fear for Michael Phelps when he finally retires from competitive swimming. His diet' date=' which received a lot of attention during the Beijing Olympics, would have caused a nearly instant coronary to any non-athlete. I don't know if he even especially enjoyed eating all that: he was fueling the machine, not eating stuff because he liked it. I hope that when he retires he develops more sensible eating habits, or he may not even be able to FLOAT.[/quote']

 

Actually, he doesn't float now because he has a body fat percentage of, like negative three. Fat is buoyant in water. :)

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Actually' date=' he doesn't float now because he has a body fat percentage of, like negative three. Fat is buoyant in water. :)[/quote']

 

Is that the actual number he's claiming? If so, it's a chance to gripe about bodyfat testing as pseudo science (and the claims of athletes) given undeserved respect. ;)

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I fear for Michael Phelps when he finally retires from competitive swimming. His diet' date=' which received a lot of attention during the Beijing Olympics, would have caused a nearly instant coronary to any non-athlete. I don't know if he even especially enjoyed eating all that: he was fueling the machine, not eating stuff because he liked it. I hope that when he retires he develops more sensible eating habits, or he may not even be able to FLOAT.[/quote']

 

Phelps hosted SNL over the weekend, and they did a sketch about his diet. Reminded me of a sketch from Logo's Big Gay Comedy Sketch Show about the Paula Dean diet. Both were done as infomercials with some scary amounts of food and items to eat.

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Had deep-fried Snickers and deep-fried Oreos at the county fair. Oh' date=' and a cream-cheese filled, deep-fried pickle. They're all dipped in funnel cake batter, so it's the light, sugary stuff. The Snickers was pretty good. I'm a firm believer that the reason county fairs exist is to fry things that I can eat.[/quote']

At the Hebron Carnival, in Hebron MD (which I recommend to anyone who wants to see small town America at it's purest - warts and all), I had an oyster fritter sandwich, which is about a half dozen oysters, battered, deep fried, and put between two slices of white bread. Then I had a funnel cake (Aside: Vermont for some demented reason does not have funnel cakes - I think I ay move bakc there and open a funnel cake stand and make my first million fattening the liberal masses up there), which is cake batter poured through a funnel into hot oil and then sprinkled liberally with confectioners sugar. I washed it down with a coke.

 

My then five-year-old step-son begged and pleaded with me to go with him on the tilt-a-whirl. Doting father and fool that I am I agreed. We got on the ride, which is in the same location it was when I was five, and sat down for the ride. Every car was filled with a pair of people except for one, where a woman who kissed the ride operator on the way in sat very happily.

 

Happy people are fun to watch, so I did, and the ride began. We tilted and whirled, and occasionally I could get a glimpse of the happy whirling girl. Whirly girl was text messaging someone, from her perch in the tilt-a-whirl. I was dazzled by her texting abilities and dedication, but I wondered why she would ride the tilt-a-whirl only to spend the time texting someone.

 

The ride continued. I began to feel a little grey. As we tilted and whirled, we spun past the ride operator. He was likewise texting. I wanted him to pay more scrupulous attention to the ride, but whatever.

 

The ride continued. Whirly girl was texting and laughing and shaking her head back and forth. It felt like we had been on there for a few minutes, and I was getting more than a wee bit nauseous. Oysters, cake batter and grease competed for attention in my tilting, whirling stomach. My son was having a grreat time, shouting "Wheee!" with every tilt and whirl. Gamely I attempted to "Whee" along with him. It was really great to have such a good time with him - we were still in the getting to know you stage of our relationship, negotiating trust and yeliding authority as Step families have done in one fashion or another since Solomon's second wife moved in.

 

The ride continued. As we passed, the ride operator laughed maniacly and fingered his cell phone. It had been about five minutes, at least two minutes longer than I had planned on riding this godforsaken torture contraption. Whirly girl was laughing and shaking her head and texting. The oysters in my stomach had rolled what was left of the funnel cake into a bettering ram were attempting to emerge through my abdominal wall like something from Ripley's nightmare carnival from hell. The five-year-old next to me was laughing hysterically as the ride went on and on and on. It was worth whatever I was suffering to see him this happy.

 

The ride continued. I tried to find the spot on the seat that tilted and whirled the least, to no avail. It is not called the tilt-a-whirl for nothing. Oysters gave up on the cake and held an impromptu rave, blowing those irksome little whistles and spinning glow sticks for no good reason. The grease rocked the turntable, spinning and scratching my guts while reminding me that if there was any sucka MC in that ride it was me. Minute ten passed.

 

The ride continued. It was like something from a Stephen King story. The ride operator and whirly girl continued to text each other, no doubt laughing about the way we were all going to die when my stomach exploded. I turned green and flexed my abdominal muscles to try and bludgeon the oysters into submission. In protest they put on golf shoes and took up Irish clog dancing. I didn't even know they had legs. Oblivious to my torment, my son tilted and whirled with wild abandon, occasionally sliding over against me, tilted or whirled in my direction. He put his hand on top of mine as we clung to the chrome lap bar for dear life, and I thought that even if I was going to die it was worth it for this small boy's hard won affection.

 

The ride continued. At minute fifteen she nodded her head up and down at last, and the ride came to a relatively gentle stop. The oysters were disappointed by the abrupt change and continued to tilt and whirl. My head likewise tilted and whirled. The lap bar came up and I staggered to the exit. My step-son tore off like nothing horrifying had just happened and ran to hug his mother. Whirly girl approached the ride operator who was on one bended knee with a ring in his hand. It is not often that a stranger wants to kill two other strangers just for being happy and young and in love, but oh how I wanted them dead.

 

I kept the oyster sandwich, funnel cake, and coke, but only just barely. I spent a good two hours after that looking green and sitting as still as I could while my step-son rode the tiny ancient roller coaster there over and over again and my lovely wife patted my head and reassured me that I was a brave and valiant fool to have done such a thing with a full stomach and no Dramamine.

 

It was worth it.

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That Luther burger sounds horrible, but you never know. I thought the Monte Cristo sandwich sounded scary until I ate one, yum.

 

It is essentially a ham, turkey & cheese sandwich on french toast with powdered sugar & raspberry jam.

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monte_Cristo_sandwich

 

I see there are some variations.

 

Now I'm hungry. :cheers:

 

What you describe is the quicko fake Monte Cristo. A real one has the entire sandwich dipped in batter and fried. :D

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This was funny. Except for the part where you Yanks made fun of poutine on Thanksgiving Monday.

That's it. We're calling in our loans.

And in the mean time, can I get a vote for steak and kidney pie? Now that's good eating.

 

Ug. I draw the line at eating filters.

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Um, I like steak and kidney pie. Also, haggis. And, for that matter, liver.

 

Don't eat any of them that much these days, but them's good eatin. :)

 

I'd be willing to try haggis, but will hold out for a good brand made in Scotland, so it might be a while. But in general, I'll keep with the "no filter" diet. ;)

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I'd be willing to try haggis' date=' but will hold out for a good brand made in Scotland, so it might be a while. But in general, I'll keep with the "no filter" diet. ;)[/quote']

 

Fair enough. :)

 

On an emotional level, I'd kind of like to go back to the kind of high-sugar high-saturated and trans fat eating in this thread; mainly the fact that it would make me physically ill even to try keeps me from having a few "Indulgence Days" a month. ;)

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I'd be willing to try haggis' date=' but will hold out for a good brand made in Scotland, so it might be a while. But in general, I'll keep with the "no filter" diet. ;)[/quote']

 

I had haggis while in Scotland, at a little pub/restaurant in a hotel on the Isle of Skye, and it was pretty good, sort of like meatloaf cooked with barley. Afterwards I wondered if I got a "tourist" version, but I can't complain.

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I had haggis while in Scotland' date=' at a little pub/restaurant in a hotel on the Isle of Skye, and it was pretty good, sort of like meatloaf cooked with barley. Afterwards I wondered if I got a "tourist" version, but I can't complain.[/quote']

 

Good haggis is fairly tasty.

Bad haggis is horrifying.

 

I used to threaten to use undercooked haggis as catapult ammo, back in the day, just for the visual...

 

*SPROING* *wobble**wobble**wobble**wobble**wobble**SPLAT!*

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Good haggis is fairly tasty.

Bad haggis is horrifying.

 

I used to threaten to use undercooked haggis as catapult ammo, back in the day, just for the visual...

 

*SPROING* *wobble**wobble**wobble**wobble**wobble**SPLAT!*

 

Ewwwwww! Yuck! Where's the brain bleach to get that image out of my head.

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