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Monday, May 10, 2004
Cook Your Food
Here's a link (courtesy of Christopher of the Ratzinger Fan Club) to a piece that dwells at great "length" upon a subject excrementous in scope. He sent it to me because it reminded him of this old thing of mine. I'm flattered. I think. You've heard of "the belly of the beast." Now consider the beast in the belly. Some of you might even have one. _____________________ Comments: PUKE! Posted by smockmomma email at May 10, 2004 10:05 AM You would need to do that immediately after ingestion of the contaminated meat. Posted by William Luse email at May 10, 2004 03:30 PM You have got to come up this way. Forget the Smithsonian -- let's go to the Walter Reed Museum of Health and Medicine, a.k.a. "The Museum of Gross Stuff in Jars" Posted by Peony Moss email at May 10, 2004 04:24 PM As long as you promise to be my guide. You'll have to hold my hand during the tour. I have a weak stomach. Posted by William Luse email at May 10, 2004 08:01 PM I feel sick. Posted by Pansy Moss email at May 11, 2004 10:31 AM Look, I just spent yesterday morning helping slaughter and clean cattle, even learned to enjoy the aromas of it. I like strong smells like French cigarettes, Cuban cigars, skunks, Laphroaig, beef kidneys in juniper berry and mushroom sauce, etc. I am just not easily made queasy. In the course of cooking I have given myself nasty cuts, third degree burns and in all but one case (where I was smart enough to go get stitches) treated myself (a shot of grappa if the pain is bad, then guaze, tape and antiseptic. Bingo. Back to the cooking). I can watch films of open heart surgery without flinching. I watch bulls die in the ring for entertainment and have seen some pretty nasty cornadas. But this story made me cringe. I almost had to stop at the final scene. Almost. Thanks for sharing! Posted by Erik Keilholtz email at May 29, 2004 02:37 AM Hey, anytime. Posted by William Luse email at May 29, 2004 02:43 PM
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