Like the so-called "Kosher Baco," I think there is something not quite kosher with that. I think there may be something wrong with a synthetic meat experience. But I won't begrudge you...it doesn't sound like you enjoyed it that much! :)
All I can think of are the plant-eating, shelled slime-slugs that crawl up the side of my house after a rain. Turns my stomach. On the other hand, my parents ate them with gusto while we were in Germany. Called it escargot. I guess if you say it in French you can forget what it is.
Btw, tried some of the medium that makes acrylics behave like oils, and the whole time I'm doing it I'm thinking, "Why don't you just use oils?"
I, too, love burgers. I know them well. From Dairy Queen's brazier to Burger King's Whopper. But none are better than the ones from my grill. A veggie burger is not only not a burger, it is an oxymoron. Which reminds me. I love oxtail soup.
Lent is coming to a close shortly, at which point I'll lament not being more fervent, more prayerful, more giving. But Lent is like swimming underwater - you can do it awhile successfully but it always seems like there's more pool than breath.
What does that have to do with the price of veggie burgers in China? Nothing I suppose. I just like the privacy these low, down posts offer. I mean, I can comment here and be 90% assured that only you Bill will read it. I think most readers are like me - they only check the top 2 or 3 posts for comments.
Well, those readers are making a mistake. Some of my best comments have been lowdown. Like the exchange at the very end of comments to this post. Notice the difference in the dates attached compared to previous comments.
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Like the so-called "Kosher Baco," I think there is something not quite kosher with that. I think there may be something wrong with a synthetic meat experience. But I won't begrudge you...it doesn't sound like you enjoyed it that much! :)
No, not that much. Not very much at all. Not any at all. Synthetic meat's like synthetic anything else - phony.
TVP is the work of the devil.
I can tolerate tempeh, so long as it is cooked the way it is in Indonesia, and not as some sort of demented meat substitute in Western recipes.
Remember: snails are OK for Friday Lent consumption. You can do a lot with snails.
All I can think of are the plant-eating, shelled slime-slugs that crawl up the side of my house after a rain. Turns my stomach. On the other hand, my parents ate them with gusto while we were in Germany. Called it escargot. I guess if you say it in French you can forget what it is.
Btw, tried some of the medium that makes acrylics behave like oils, and the whole time I'm doing it I'm thinking, "Why don't you just use oils?"
Oh, I forgot. I like raw oysters. Explain that.
I had my first veggie burger recently. I like burgers, I've eaten burgers, veggie burger, you are no burger.
I, too, love burgers. I know them well. From Dairy Queen's brazier to Burger King's Whopper. But none are better than the ones from my grill. A veggie burger is not only not a burger, it is an oxymoron. Which reminds me. I love oxtail soup.
Lent is coming to a close shortly, at which point I'll lament not being more fervent, more prayerful, more giving. But Lent is like swimming underwater - you can do it awhile successfully but it always seems like there's more pool than breath.
What does that have to do with the price of veggie burgers in China? Nothing I suppose. I just like the privacy these low, down posts offer. I mean, I can comment here and be 90% assured that only you Bill will read it. I think most readers are like me - they only check the top 2 or 3 posts for comments.
Well, those readers are making a mistake. Some of my best comments have been lowdown. Like the exchange at the very end of comments to this post. Notice the difference in the dates attached compared to previous comments.
Ha, good response on your part.
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