Just don't grab that Tabasco Slim Jim (yes, as in, Snap! Into! A!) and wolf it down for breakfast when all you will eat all day is Sangria Fruit and Mango Onion Cole Slaw and Marshmallows. The resulting stomachache will be terrible(worse than dairy products terrible) and induce 3 am blogging.
Dh, his mom, and I were discussing my love of all meat fake, and why I didn't like pork, chicken, beef, dog, cat, horse or baby unless it was jerked or dried or overprocessed disgustingly. And what a waste, because dh is a damn fine cook. And lover of meat himself. He starves when we live by ourselves.
I've boiled it down to one thing: Momma. She used to feed me Vienna sausages when I was a kid. Those? In the Gelatin? Are the fakest of all fake meats.
Also, what is a mechanically separated chicken? Dh's mom wouldn't tell me while I was eating my processed tabascoey goodness. She was relieved I didn't know, though.
After Upton Sinclair's "The Jungle", which scared me out of meat for at least 3 years, maybe I need a little kick in the diet.
Amen.
Alex still buys those vienna sausages, because where she's from that was like a delicacy. i have to admit, i catch myself eating them, too. oh, sweet memories of youth.
you're in south carolina now?
I used to eat those nasty vienna sausages as a kid. I also used to eat Spam and cup of noodles. Then I realized that they weren't real food and loaded with like, 8 million grams of sodium so I stopped.
Oh man, I love meat -- real and fake -- too, but Vienna sausages? Thats just not right. When I was a freshman, one of my friends' parents stockpiled his dorm room with all kinds of snack foods, and (somewhat randomly) a dozen cans of Vienna sausages.
There was also this German kid who showed up one night stoned and aching with the munchies. He wanted something to eat, so we thought, "Vienna, that's like, close to Germany. Maybe he'd enjoy a taste of home."
He jumped on the offer of food for free, and as the first sausage slided down his throat, he wretched so hard at its awfulness, that the other sausages flew from the can, jelly and all, staining the rug, and cursing the room with the horrible dog-food-esque odor.
Moral of the Story: Don't do favors for stoned German kids.