Category: Food Stuff

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[Images from here, found by way of Neatorama.]

“Congratulations! You Are A Piece of ____ !”

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You’ve seen them.  They began on the C and D Blogs, and they’re all over the B Blogs now. Dopey questionnaires that ask you to answer five or six odd questions, none of which can be answered wrong. Then you submit your answers, and the magic internest blogsite genii tells you what kind of breakfast cereal you are, or some such drivel.

Don’t know what I’m railing about? Here are a few examples:

What kind of afro-desiac are you?

What kind of paper clip do you most resemble?

If you were a freakin’ cupcake, would you be less of a dork?

What kind of imaginary powers that would raise you up from your own miserable pathetic little life that you would wish for, assuming you have a life to begin with?

The results of these inane surveys are then posted on the authors’ websites with a proclamation such as “I am a furry little wombat/budgie hybrid who enjoys hot cocoa.”  Barf.

So, then, I have a proposal for y’all.  Whenever and wherever you find a blog that asks you to take a dopey “What Kind Of ___ Am I”  type quiz, don’t bother clicking on the link.  Just answer “I’m Asparagus.” No further explanation is necessary.

Let’s get rid of this obnoxious trend so we can get on with REALLY inane blogging, like cat snoring videos:

Good to the Last Chunk

It’s not just ANY coffee…

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IT’S WEASEL PUKE COFFEE!  YAY!

There’s a little animal in Vietnam which has magical properties. Locally, it’s called a weasel (though technically, it’s a type of civet, but let’s call it a weasel like the locals) and it sure likes to eat the fruit of the coffee plant. But the seeds don’t sit well in its tummy, so it vomits them up. And that’s where the fun comes in – for local coffee folks gather up the beans and lightly roast them. The stomach acids seem to wear away the bitter taste of the coffee beans, and the resulting coffee is delicious and smooth.

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From Wikipoidland we find this related tidbit:

Kopi Luwak (pronounced [ˈkopi ˈluwak]) or Civet coffee is coffee made from coffee berries which have been eaten by and passed through the digestive tract of the Asian Palm Civet (Paradoxurus hermaphroditus). The civets eat the berries, but the beans inside pass through their system undigested. This process takes place on the islands of Sumatra, Java and Sulawesi in the Indonesian Archipelago, in the Philippines (where the product is called Kape Alamid) and in East Timor (locally called kafé-laku). Vietnam has a similar type of coffee, called weasel coffee, which is made from coffee berries which have been regurgitated by local weasels. In actuality the “weasel” is just the local version of the Asian Palm Civet.

Note that Wikistuff contradicts itself here, and that the coffee beans are fully processed by the “weasel.”

It’s a steal at only $24.99 per pound 57 grams.  (That’s only $198.81/lb., but one sip keeps you wired for a week.)

[Weasel Puke Coffee description found here where it may be purchased;  found via RGS. More info here.]

Failblog Fail: Cincinnati Chili

Our crack team of webminers here at Tacky Raccoons have identified a true Failblog Fail, although there is definitely a double entendre there.

Skyline Chili, Gold Star Chili and others in southwestern Ohio are regional favorites. This stuff of modern legend doesn’t resemble or taste like chili from elsewhere.  It’s more like a granular soup that you ladle over spaghetti and add toppings.  Bunky discovered it while in High School on weekends after the football/basketball/cheerleader eyeballin’ games.  Pure survival eatin’-when-yer-hungry-food.  If you’re not in the southern Ohio region, you can order it online (click on the images for details).

HOWEVER… The frozen stuff is prolly better but you’ll pay a premium for shipping with dry ice;  The canned stuff, well, Bunk ordered a case of it once and it’s kinda sucky oily… but it’s close to the original.

Many moons ago when Bunky went-a courtin’ the lovely and future Mrs. Strutts, he introduced her to the delicacy favored by locals in the eastern regions of this Glorious Nation, and the future Mrs. Strutts played along until she threw up in the parking lot.

Now about this 3-Way stuff…  That’s how you order it:
3-Way = Spaghetti, Chili, and finely grated cheddar cheese;
4-Way = Same as a 3-Way with onions OR red beans ;
5-way = Same as a 3-Way with onions AND red beans.
(This last one was Bunk’s favorite.)

Oh, yeah, I almost forgot the little saltine oyster crackers, but they don’t count as a “Way.”

Then there’s this:

You’re on your own if you run with that one.  (I’ll give y’all the Strutts Family Recipe, but ya gotta beg.)

[Top image from here.]

Sushi for Squirrels

Sometimes you’re just hungry enough to eat it.

One story I read about the phrase “to eat crow” claims it went back to the War of 1812. Because there were no grocery stores on or near the battlefields (let alone anywhere), an occasional cease fire allowed the combatants to go hunting, while at the same time respecting the battle lines.

Seems that one of the rebels crossed that line while hunting for food, and shot a crow. A Brit caught him at gunpoint in British territory and disarmed him. The Brit, commenting that the Yank was not respecting the ceasefire, told the Yank to get the bird, and take a bite. The Yank, at gunpoint, did as directed.

As the cease-fire rules were still in effect, the Yank commented on the Brit’s firearm, that it appeared to be of very high quality, well machined, good stock, etc. The Brit, honoring the cease-fire, was flattered, and allowed the Yank to inspect his weapon.

The Yank then turned the weapon on the Brit, presented the crow (with one bite out of it) and said, “Okay. Now finish it.”

[Image found here.]

Abandoned Baby Survives Weeks on Nothing But Cheetos

Lengua Chucha, Mexico (Strutts News Services) – Standing a mere 6-inches tall at the withers, this lil’ pup was hatched a few days after his momma lost interest and wandered from the nest.  Finding an open cache of Cheetos that had washed up on the beachhead, lil’ pup was found chowing down on the fluorescent orange morsels.

Since then he’s been moved to a foster shelter, where his diet has been augmented with Big Macs and Super Size Fries, and he is expected to reach 2,500 lbs.  (average weight for his age) by the end of the month.  Way to go, Lil’ Pup!

[Image from here. Related posts here, here and maybe there.]

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All-American Lunch Ladies: Sandwiches, Pastries, Pastries, Chips, Chips, Chips

Back Row: Jennie, Heide, Mary, Jean, Antoinette, Billy, Betty, Virginia, Charlotte, Wilma, Henrietta.
Front Row: Joyce, Ruth, Fay, Connie, and Doris.

These fine women kept the lovely Mrs. Strutts from starving to death in High School. I am forever in their debt.

[Related Lunch Lady post here. Don’t forget the Chips.]

It’s Snacky Time!

These folks ain’t got NOTHIN’ on the Lunch Lady, and they’ve got all the food color groups covered, too.

“Please, sir, may I have some urchins?”
“If you don’t eat yer snails, you can’t have any urchins! How can you have any urchins if you don’t eat yer snails?!”

[Bigger images can be salivated upon here. Kinda sorta related posts here, here and here.]

FREE RAW MEAT!

That’s right, folks, FREE RAW MEAT. Visit either link below and download your own tenderloin, grilled or raw, with carrots, plate, knife and fork. And there’s prolly a link somewhere on the internest to download your own dry beaujolais to go with it.

Cool stuff coming up tomorrow and Saturday, but be back here Sunday for REAL FOOD.

[Original post here via RGS. Both have downloadable links.]

[Update: Old linkys are dead. Here are templates.]

TGIF: The .gif Friday Post 32 – Les Chats

 

CHEW CHEW CHEW CHEW

BAT BAT BAT BAT

STRETCH STRETCH STRETCH STRETCH

GTFO GTFO GTFO GTFO

[All cutesy catsy throwy-uppy .gif’s from here, except for the last one.]