That actually sounds oddly decent.
That sounds pretty good!
You know they sell MSG in a shaker....right?
Snickers, melted or frozen, can’t be beat!
I just discovered it. I bought a little jar of that Kraft Roka cheese cause Crest had it for 99 cents. One day I just needed a little something after a lite lunch but when I checked the cracker supply all I had was some bacon flavor cheese crackers. Hell of a flavor combo I thought
then my buddy worked with this Middle East guy who came here with nothing. His lunch was a sliced banana on cheap white bread every day. Bd the co provided coffee
I have a short story about eating bear:
In Fall 1964, I skipped school and went to the hunting club lodge with my Father and friends for Deer Season in Sullivan County, NY up in the Catskill Mountains near the Beaver Kill River. A lawyer who lived in the house behind ours was also there with his son. One of the club members had killed a bear up in Maine that year and he’d brought a ‘fancy’ French Chef (accent and all) to prepare it the first night. It was a glorious stew with thick brown gravy, potatoes, garlic, onions, celery, parsnips and carrots I was 16 years old and my Dad and the men let me and the other underage boys drink beer. The bear was cut in large cubes that were carefully browned in a skillet before stewing and was served over flat egg noodles. It had a strong flavor, but it was pretty good. Everyone was enjoying the meal when this lawyer asked for something that caused the Chef to stand and howl in outrage and throw a fit yelling words whose meanings I didn’t know then, and still don’t know. Then he left the building and never returned. The contumelious lawyer had unabashedly exhibited the effrontery to request catsup for the meat!!!
Sorry for the thread hijack but speaking of asking for a condiment that made the cook mad...
I knew a fellow who said he and his wife took their daughter and son-in-law to a rather nice German restaurant.
The SIL pondered over the menu for a good while and not liking or understanding anything German, there was steak on the menu and he ordered it.
When the food was brought out he got his steak, cooked correctly but no steak sauce.
He was a bit huffy with the waitress, asking if they happened to have any A-1 or Heinz 57 sauce.
They said the waitress, an older lady, squinted her eyes at him, nodded toward the kitchen and said "If that old German in there hears you asking for A-1 or Heinz 57, he'll come out of there with a meat cleaver in his hand!"
The old boy at his steak sans A-1 or Heinz 57.
Treat for sure
