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From the people who brought you kimchee.

And beverages with tapioca pearls in.

The North Korean version magically keeps the air above warm and the air below cool for your dining pleasure!

I guess the next logical step to “Americanize” this is to make it beer and hot roasted peanuts???

someone get me a patent form!!!

You know… the Romans died off for many reasons but I think perhaps their embrace of those fancy-schmancy innovations like lead pipes had something to do with it. Could our embrace of pop-nuggets take us down that same dark path?

(note the dripping satire)

And hey, Kowboy, you gotta give kimchee a chance. Instead of a bowl of ice cream at night I go get a bowl of kimchee. I’m not shitting you. There’s a side benefit to it – if my dentist is going to cause me discomfort, I’m eating it right before I go to return the favor.

TRM – are not BeerNuts™ already called? How about Sudsy-Nuts?

“I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favor to men of skill; but time and col-pops happeneth to them all.”

/yeah, I had nothin’

Surely that would be chunks of deep-fried rover, rather than chicken?

Along with what Uncle is saying, I have one word: 개고기.

Heh. Babelfish throws up about 50% of the time on that phrase, but it gets it the other 50%. And it’s two words.

“Surely that would be chunks of deep-fried rover, rather than chicken?”

Surely, Badger, this brings a whole new meaning to the term “Scooby Snacks”.

I used Wikipedia. But putting it in Wikipedia doesn’t yield results.

I got it from here.

…this brings a whole new meaning to the term “Scooby Snacks”.

Raggy! RELLP!

“Meddling kids…” reference in 3…2…

Apologies, Scoob.

It’s one word, although a compound word. 개 (Keh) means “dog”, 고기 (gogi) means “meat”. Together it means a barbequed meat of dog (tasty if marinated properly).

Mmmmmmmm! Barbecued dog meat!

Wait a minute!

We have pushed a few taboos on Weas’ blog lately – deep fried kittens and BBQ pooch. I’ve already argued for faux lobster tails made out of cockroach meat (glued together like McNuggets) on my blog, so what else is there?

My wife is from Korea and we’ve been married over 23 years now. She didn’t know English when we met, I already spoke Korean. She’s never had kehgogi, but I had it while out in the field at a range. Didn’t taste like chicken. Much.

But it’s definitely one word. 🙂

Spaghetti? I mean why don’t they just try something less messy like sloppy joe’s? Sheesh.

Get back to me, S. Korea, when you invent one that keeps my ice cream from melting.

Uh-oh. If this turns into a “stuff we have eaten” thread, it could get ugly. I grew up in rural Tennessee; I’ve eaten stuff.

I grew up in rural Tennessee

You win.

Oh and I noticed the strike-thrus on Dave in Texas and PA’s blogs in the list. I updated them and changed them to AoS, since that is where they both blog now.

I instituted the strike-thru thing when Geoff faked me out, like, three times, killing his blog and bringing it back to life until it was like some drive-in movie horror flick. Finally, I was like…fine, you can be on my blogroll, but you get a line through your name until you can stay still!

Funny, I had a dream about Koreans last night. When I was little, my parents had friends who were a couple of Korean doctors. I guess he must have been an ENT, because he built this huge papier-mache head that you could take apart and see all the structures and it had little switches and lights that lit up and everything. You can imagine how wonderful I thought that was.

That was for reals, not a dream. But I dreamed last night about Dr Duk Son and his wonderful giant teaching head.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 17, 2008, 4:51 pm

Uh-oh. If this turns into a “stuff we have eaten” thread, it could get ugly. I grew up in rural Tennessee; I’ve eaten stuff.

Being from Tennessee also, I can vouch for Weaz here. Pretty much if we could shoot it, we’d try to find a way to cook it.

Yep. Tennessee. The Land Where They Wrestle With Their Food.

They say Tennesseans will eat things an Aussie Aborigine won’t touch with a ten-foot pole.

But will the Weasel eat fruit cake? Liver? Steak and kidney pie?

They talk a good game, these stoats…

Ugh. Somebody give me an extra helping of ‘possum ass to get the fruitcake taste out of my brain…

Oh, hey, tonight for supper I’m having fried Spam on Club crackers. And I made a pome about it!

judah ben hur does not eat spam
it so isn’t kosher
and he so am

And some call us hicks…

GAK…fruitcake! Quit bringing that up. Fruitcake does not belong in any food category, just like headcheese.

Good grief, weasel, what are you going to do? Steak and piss filters with a side of flamercake and Brazil nuts.

Nevermind. You eat Spam. *sighs*
What does that taste like btw? Does it have gristle in it? I hate chomping down on some gristle.

I’m making pork loin, green beans, and either taters or parmesan noodles. kbai.

Can’t shoot a fruitcake, so it doesn’t qualify as food. I’ve seen howitzer rounds bounce off those damn things.

Spam? Short for “spiced ham.” I tell myself it’s all the bits they trim off to make real hams fit in those oval tins, pressed into a cube.

It might even be true.

When I was a kid Dad would make us fried spam sandwiches. Usually when Mom was busy and couldn’t make dinner. They were pretty good, if a little salty.

My secret shame – well, one of many, many secret shames – is that I love Spam sandwiches. Fried to a golden brown in a skillet, of course. I eat ’em and sing the Spam song. Spam, spam, spam spammity-spam, spam….

The lyrics are real easy.

I’d shoot a fruitcake if I saw one on the range, but they say bullets bounce off. Whens the season open on ’em, anyway? Or are they like coyote season – anytime.

…and headcheese was my post tag today – for no reason whatsoever.

Crispy fried Spam: the ambrosia of pork.

Don’t ask me how I came up with this, but I was obsessed for a while with fried spam and melted Muenster cheese on Portuguese sweetbread with mayo and BBQ sauce.

See, once you turn 18, they have to treat you like a grownup and let you do whatever you want as long as you don’t break the law. Is this a great country, or what?

I’m sure Stoaty knows about this (as she knows darned near eva’thing). I have an entry in there somewheres.

And this *IS* a great country! 🙂

Back when the world was young and dinosaurs ruled the 7-11, the first web page I ever saw was Find the Spam.

I thought, “I don’t really understand how this WWW thing works, but if that’s what it’s there for, it’s okay with me.”

Blast, I’m internet-nannied outta that one. Grrrrr. I’ve gotta get my own ‘puter back ….

What would it take, Felix? As charitable contributions go, getting you properly wired again would be pretty high on my list…

After the Home for Wayward Pussycats, of course.

Mmmm…fried spam with mustard on white bread. Sticks to the roof of your mouth.

Spam falls into the potted meat and Vienna sausage category of “don’t ask just eat” foods.

Golly, I might need that Home for Wayward Pussycats MORE!

Mostly *time* is what I need … If we’re not working OT, then I’m fair-collapsing from stress and/or one of my various physical “challenges.” I got myself into ye olde downward spiral on a number of fronts these past couple years, and I just need to get squared away. Of course, if I wasn’t so blessed LAZY or had some help, it wouldn’t be such a trial. And also if my smarty-pants, puter-fixer brother hadn’t moved himself to Florida ….

I love bologna. And I typically spell it “baloney.” *hangs head in shame*

Weas, have you or do you know someone who has eaten possum? I hear it all the time but I never met a person who said “Gee, they’re great!” or “I’d rather eat rancid baby diapers (used).”

I have eaten Rocky Mountain Oysters (so-so, BBQ is best), chicken gizzards (bucket of them and a pitcher of Full Sail Ale), and bear, but never had a chance to try possum or squirrel.

I’m of the opinion that anything will taste ok if you marinade it long enough, but there’s bound to be something out there that will break that adage.

Has anyone mentioned fried baloney? Fried baloney rules, on white bread with a little mayo.
Kinda like fried Spam I suppose. I used to make it when I got burned out on Ramen.

LemurKing,

Possum isn’t too bad, but you have to boil it first. Bear too. Both are extremely fatty. Boiling gets most of the fat out of it.

I prefer BBQ’ed raccoon though.

I’m of the opinion that anything will taste ok if you marinade it long enough, but there’s bound to be something out there that will break that adage.

fruitcake. There is nothing to make that palatable.

fried baloney, when I could eat it was good, with either a slice of melted American cheese or mustard, but not both.

And fried crispy bacon, the fattier the better.

Bacon!

PnB, were you attacked by a fruitcake at a very young age? I sense great emotion…

McGoo, pay attention to the link to the cookie recipe – just for you:
http://www.examiner.com/x-276-Internet-Buzz-Examiner~y2008m4d17-You-Are-What-You-Eat

Mmm… bacon…

By the way, do American fruitcakes have a good dollop of rum in it? Chinese ones do, so I wuz jez wonderin’.

I say a bottle of rum improves the hell outta *everything*.

LK – No. The chunks, I can’t get past the colorful gross tasting chunks tainted with booze. I nearly threw up the few times I tried one.

Fruitcake = headcheese. Duncan Hines = cake.

Gregory – some do, some don’t

Sometimes fruitcakes do have a lot of rum in them. I’m talking about both kinds, the dessert and the ambulatory kind.

Made one one time using Alton Brown’s recipe. Kept dosing it for about six weeks. It sits on the counter or in an attic somewhere just as good as the day it was made, I’m sure.

LemurKing:

Weas, have you or do you know someone who has eaten possum? I hear it all the time but I never met a person who said “Gee, they’re great!” or “I’d rather eat rancid baby diapers (used).”

The Pacific Northwest of the United States was possumless until loggers moving up from the South during the Great Depression wrote home to tell Cuzzin’ Jeb “They ain’t got no possums here abouts.” Whereupon Jeb, or somebody he knowed, brought a mating pair along when they moved up themselves, and turnt ’em loose into the wild.

The Northwest is also overrun with “Scotch Broom,” because some idjit originally from the UK missed the moors of his childhood. Importing that weed did not moors make.

Personally, I’m gonna stick with the rancid baby diapers. At least there’s a chance they’re kosher for Passover.

I grew up south of Eugene, Oregon. Very familiar with both Scotch Broom and possum. Hate the first, am neutral to the latter.. You go for a drive to Lorane or down the Umpqua Hwy, it’s just lousy with the stuff (Scotch Broom). And no, there are no moors in Oregon.

NOT familiar with anyone who ate the godawful ugly critters. Would a possum have to be circumsized to be kosher? I don’t know about that stuff. 🙂

Fortunately, no way to kosher a possum.

Cottage Grove. Home of Territorial Seed. Also known as the location for Animal House.

/CHS ’75.

Bugger all. In a fit of linkageness, fergot the spam filleter.

Help me, Mr. Wizard!

No wonder Nippon is thinking about changing their constitution so that they can rearm. That region is certainly turning weird. Even more so I mean.

There. Kicked loose.

You know, Felix, it often occurs to me that people don’t appreciate just how hard it is to be lazy. It’s a terrible handicap. Nobody asks to be born lazy.

Hmmm…I’ve had bear, but not possum. I thought eating possum was a joke. Or a metaphor, like eating crow. I can’t imagine eating one, mostly because possums give me the shivering jim-jams. Creepy bastards, possums.

“Has anyone mentioned fried baloney?”

One of the best pizzas I have ever eaten was at a hole-in-the-wall pizza place called D’Angelo’s in Frankfort, Germany. They put bologna on it and it was delicious!

FL – PnB mentioned fried baloney up above. I believe I’ve had it on a sammich when I was a kid (Precambrian Era), but my memory is dim – or so traumatic I suppressed it for the good of Mankind.

Best Google of the morning: RETARD MORON CALLED ME WITH ACE 8.

Ace is, of course, number one on that search (a Google UK search, incidentally). Also, Moronpundit and Bystanders came in ahead of me.

You guys are killing me with this talk of spam and bologna, which are of course things that I can’t get out here. I do have to say though that if you are in the Mid East with a can of spam you can make a TON of Phillipino friends instantly…

We used to have the stuff mailed to us through the military bases and sell it for outlandish prices. You would be suprised at how popular pork is in a society that doesn’t allow it…

EW1(SG) –

Cottage Grove was my hometown. Go north to Saginaw (’bout 4 miles up I-5). I was there when Belushi jumped off of what was then the old McCoy’s Pharmacy.

Another bit of trivia – when the marching band in Animal House turned a corner into a dead-end alley – that alley did not exist, or rather, you could walk clear through it. The brick wall was a fake.
-LK

If you want to verify my claim, a few key words: Baker Bay, Rainbow Motel, The Cottage, Bi-Mart, Pinocchio’s, The Goose, Round-To-It, Jean Sinclair (wonderful lady, rest her soul), Mr. Corey, and Bud Taylor – Swimming and water polo’s answer to Vince Lombardi.

Old Iron, where are you?

Weaz, I remembered one of my favorite southern dishes.

Pig brains and scrambled eggs.

Owwwww…you win, Kowboy. Weasel don’t eat innards.

Brains are good! We call it bheja or maghaz (the former is Sanskrit-ish and the latter is Arabic-ish). It’s from cows or goats.

(But watch out. One goat or cow becomes a zombie, and all of South Asia will become zombified in short course.)

And katakat is good too. So good I will not even find out what goes in it. All I know is that it consists of things we don’t normally eat.

I tried frogs legs once. Yech. The waiter was such a sweetheart, though. I told him I didn’t like the legs: he took it away and allowed me to order something else. He didn’t even charge us for the frogs legs.

Of course, the thing about South Asian food is that we use so many spices that it doesn’t matter what a thing is made from: it tastes good because the spices mask everything.

Which is why we South Asians love liver (kaleji). From what I’ve heard and read, it seems Western folks prepare it in a very plain way. No wonder they don’t like it.

One single day out of the year, I allow myself braunschweiger. Nothing quite like it. It’s a test of willpower and a huge treat when I get it (Christmas Eve). Nothing wrong with liver unless you possess enough self-loathing to FUBAR the preparation of it.

Spices… true. Thai food is heavily spiced and I believe that it derived from lots of hardship years worth of poor quality food. Plus they have plain good culinary taste! I eat thai food 4-5 times a week whenever possible.

You know, Felix, it often occurs to me that people don’t appreciate just how hard it is to be lazy. It’s a terrible handicap. Nobody asks to be born lazy.

So true … it’s the cross that I must bear. 😉

LemurKing:

Another bit of trivia – when the marching band in Animal House turned a corner into a dead-end alley – that alley did not exist, or rather, you could walk clear through it.

Watched some of the filming in Eugene, you could see the frat house from the roof of Sacred Heart Hospital at the time.

If you want to verify my claim…

Huh? Anyway, as you continue up 99 north of Saginaw, you eventually come to the Post Office in Creswell, where my very first apartment was upstairs on the left as you look west from the road.

And I don’t know if I ever met anybody that ate possum. Although I have roasted a couple of rattlesnakes out Camas Swale way.

EW1(SG) –

Get the hell out of here! You’re kiddin’ right? We drove up Sears Road and came into Creswell from Pleasant Hill direction and ate at the DQ every Friday night when I was a kid. Too bad the ol’ boy that ran it finally said “enough is enough”.

The “claim verification” part was because any ass can look stuff up on the web and pretend to be something they aren’t. Stuff I posted, you would only know if you lived there or near there. The last thing I ever expected was to contact someone who was from that area of the Willamette Valley.

Still torques me that they tore Delta House down. Grrr.

I didn’t know Camas Swale had rattlers. Cerro Gordo up by Dorena Lake did, and the hills east of Cottage Grove Lake did, too.

Odd that you mention DQ~the one in Creswell didn’t open up until I was in high school; but when I think of Saginaw I think of driving down to Cottage Grove on 99 to meet some elderly friends of the family at the DQ down there on Sundays after church.

And I got my green Bi-Mart key chain card on my ring, where the number is wore off since they just write it on with a Sharpie.

As far as:

any ass can look stuff up on the web and pretend

You pretty much pegged the veracity meter when you put Lorane Hwy and Umpqua together in the same sentence.

But I do have to get my live plant order in to Territorial Seed…they’re almost sold out this year. Their plants do pretty good here near Chesapeake Bay; must be one of them compatible “microclimate” thingies they’re allus talkin’ about in Sunset magazine.

Well, yes, now that I think about it, Umpqua would kind of do it, wouldn’t it? The things you take for granted as being common knowledge even against all reason.

And yeah the DQ on 99 in CG was great, too. Had red bars for the overhang that many a kid dashed his brains out on.

I go back every two summers and it’s surreal. It’s the same old town but it’s all different, too. The high school is gone and they put up a fancy new one. Downtown has been remade into a tourist/art-fart trap. Haven’t had the heart to go up to Culp Creek since that last time I went to go cheer the fact that the Bohemia mill burned down. Almost lost my right arm there and when dad called and said it was gone I made it a point to go back out west and visit.

Worst of all… Marco’s Gelato is gone in Eugene. Total bummage.

Sorry to all you folks for tying up this thread/post with musings from the past, but it has been fun.