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Part of the reason I keep my girlishly slim figure is I avoid most of these types of food like the plague, but I will admit to occasionally liking Scotch Eggs, although I can usually only handle about a half of one before my stomach says "Stop!"

 

A hardboiled egg covered in sausage, breaded and deep fried, sometimes with the addition of a bacon wrap.

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Part of the reason I keep my girlishly slim figure is I avoid most of these types of food like the plague, but I will admit to occasionally liking Scotch Eggs, although I can usually only handle about a half of one before my stomach says "Stop!"

 

A hardboiled egg covered in sausage, breaded and deep fried, sometimes with the addition of a bacon wrap.

 

One of those things that if made with good ingredients would likely be very tasty. And if not...not. :)

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Part of the reason I keep my girlishly slim figure is I avoid most of these types of food like the plague, but I will admit to occasionally liking Scotch Eggs, although I can usually only handle about a half of one before my stomach says "Stop!"

 

A hardboiled egg covered in sausage, breaded and deep fried, sometimes with the addition of a bacon wrap.

 

Looks tasty, although it seems to be lacking something...maybe a little dish of Mayo to dip it in? :D

 

Seriously, though, I think one of those concoctions would be plenty.

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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.

 

I'm green just thinking about it. I like rollercoasters and such, but am not a fan of the whirl rides, add in tilting and its right out. I don't even like the teacups at Disneyland much.

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

 

Yeah, I saw that in the wiki article. I might have to hunt down an authintic one sometime, but I think the one with thousand island dressing would ruin the experience.

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The Duke of Edinburgh in Campbell makes good ones. An order is' date=' IIRC, 2 eggs, which makes it perfect for myself +1-3 others,depending on how hungry they are.[/quote']

 

Hey, that's not far from where I used to work (Winchester Blvd and Hamilton Ave.) Looks good, I wish I knew about it when I was down there, but the only British pub I made it to was The Britannia Arms.

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Yeah' date=' I saw that in the wiki article. I might have to hunt down an authintic one sometime, but I think the one with thousand island dressing would ruin the experience.[/quote']

 

Bennigan's used to be a good place to get 'em. Though they are at the very least harder to find now that the parent company has gone out of business. I can't think of anyplace else to get one off the top of my head.

 

And yeah, thousand island dressing will ruin pretty much anything. The only things that it wouldn't ruin would be things that already taste worse than it. Which is a pretty small list... ;)

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Hey' date=' that's not far from where I used to work (Winchester Blvd and Hamilton Ave.) Looks good, I wish I knew about it when I was down there, but the only British pub I made it to was The Britannia Arms.

 

The trad-music jam I used to go to move from the Duke to the Britannia a year ago or so. Also a cool pub. My fave up in Sac is over in Oldtown, McCarthy's.

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The trad-music jam I used to go to move from the Duke to the Britannia a year ago or so. Also a cool pub. My fave up in Sac is over in Oldtown' date=' McCarthy's.[/quote']

 

Hmm, I'm not familiar with McCarthy's. The only pub I know of in Old Town is O'Mally's, although I've never been there. My fave around here is probably The Fox and Goose (Warning: Flash-based main page).

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How about those "eat it in an hour and the meal's free" deals? I think the original was the 72 oz. steak at the Big Texan Steak Ranch: Here's some background.

 

 

Frank Pastore, who was a professional pitcher for the Cincinnati Reds, ate the complete steak dinner in 9 and 1/2 minutes (May 3, 1987), and held that record for 21 years. Pastore actually has eaten the steak dinner seven times. On his first effort, in February 1976, he finished the steak in 21 minutes. The record was broken by Joey Chestnut on March 24, 2008 who accomplished the feat in 8 minutes and 52 seconds.

 

and

Klondike Bill, a professional wrestler, consumed two of the dinners in the one hour time limit back in the 1960s.
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Looks tasty, although it seems to be lacking something...maybe a little dish of Mayo to dip it in? :D

 

Seriously, though, I think one of those concoctions would be plenty.

 

Hollandaise Sauce...Scotch Eggs Benedict....MMMMMMMMM :thumbup:

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Hollandaise Sauce...Scotch Eggs Benedict....MMMMMMMMM :thumbup:

 

I thought of that too. It was actually what lead me to the cheese idea. The Egg McMuffin was meant to be a sandwich version of Eggs Benedict and they decided to replace Hollandaise with cheese.

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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']

I used to eat huge amounts when I was trying to get my body to catch up to my frame. Finally leveled off when I hit around 23 (about when I stopped being active in sports). Took a bit of work to go from eating two large pizzas for dinner to a couple slices. :doi:

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The Heart Attack Grill

 

This is a burger joint in Tempe, AZ. If I ever get out there I gotta visit this place. The News link on their website contains assorted videos of the place and their food.

 

I drive by that place nearly everytime I go to Tempe. (Next round, Nov 14-16). I'll do a quick look, but it looks like outside the Jolt Cola, I can't eat anything there.

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Bennigan's used to be a good place to get 'em. Though they are at the very least harder to find now that the parent company has gone out of business. I can't think of anyplace else to get one off the top of my head.

Used to get a good one at a place near the beach in Capitola, but that is knowledge that is 15 years out of date.

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I drive by that place nearly everytime I go to Tempe. (Next round' date=' Nov 14-16). I'll do a quick look, but it looks like outside the Jolt Cola, I can't eat anything there.[/quote']

 

To be fair, no one could some of those burgers normally unless they can unhinge their jaw like some snakes. :eek:

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To be fair' date=' no one could some of those burgers normally unless they can unhinge their jaw like some snakes. :eek:[/quote']

 

Well, there is that, but I'm mainly talking about being a vegetarian. I can't even eat their fries due to lard.

 

Lard

You can see it

In the clouds up in the sky

 

Lard

Floats by in clusters

In our water supply

 

Lard

It's all of us, man

In our pores and in our hair

 

Lard's

What we conceal

With these corny clothes we wear

 

Lard is all

Lard is divine

Lard is control

Lard whips and chains our soul

 

Lard, We carry credit cards

Lard, We live in fear of art

 

Lard is the OM

Lard is revolution

Lard is the tapeworm

In the bottle of cheap tequila

That comes alive at night

And sneaks up

And bites your nipple

 

Lard

Lard

 

Nowadays, most of us need someone

To run our personal life

Someone to see that

The plants are watered,

Someone to make sure the place is clean,

Someone to make sure dinner is waiting,

Someone to call for theatre tickets,

Someone to make up those cheap excuses

 

What we need is

 

Lard, The answer

Lard, The dancer

Lard, The ointment

Lard, The dream

Absorb it

Inflame it

Respect it

Molest it

The country right now just wants to be

Soothed, and told it doesn't have to pay or

Sacrifice or learn

No one is over the hill

When the mountain comes to Mohammed

 

Lard

Lard

Lard

 

Lard, We love to eat

Lard, We love to pray

Lard, Mold over mind

Lard, Hooray

 

Every time I take a crap

It's a cosmic experience

 

Religion and chemicals

Are the key to the future

 

Next time we have sex

Just pretend I'm Ed Meese

 

The weasels have it down, man

It's a whole new age

 

Lard

 

Which would you prefer

A computer or a gun

 

The sharks out lived the dinosaurs, you know

 

Pity the poor trainer

In the stable when the race horse farts

 

Poison oak really is

The aphrodisiac of the Gods

 

When people are asleep

We must all become alarm clocks

 

Hey, man

Life is my college

 

It's Dental Floss of the mind

Who will babysit the babysitters

 

Ever hear about that guy in New York whose dick

Fell off in the bath after he shot it full of coke

 

It's OK to run out of butter in Zambia

Just smear squashed caterpillars on your toast

 

Waiter, there's a terrorist in my soup

Which came first- Max Headroom or Gerald Ford

 

Are you a man or are you a mouse

If you love your fun- Die for it

 

And feel

The Power of Lard

The Power of Lard

The Power of Lard

The Power of Lard

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