cursed cuisine
West Virginia
Country roads, take me the hell away from here.
As anyone who has ever set foot in that shithole can attest
You’ve not from West Virginia if you never lived in West Virginia
1950s cuisine. Stick some carrots in there for decoration.
Yeah, and suspend it in some savory gelatin.
While on benzedrine. Happy days.
Can I just have the Benzedrine and pass on the rest? It suppresses my appetite anyway.
Yes you can, but you will miss out on an overdose of Vitamine A sweety.
I’ll have a carrot
And here is the site that started the modern world down that road of horror all the way back in the late 1990s: https://lileks.com/institute/gallery/index.html
Country roads take me back home, get me out of West Virginia, please help me god.
My colorblindness makes it look like concrete to me.
I bet you wouldn’t be able to taste the difference ™️
Much, much saltier than concrete.
That looks a lot like ground and congealed SPAM.
This is fine, but I prefer it when you take the pie, put it into a food processor, compress it into a log and then slice it to serve on sandwich bread. Serving it just sliced out of the pie is lazy.
Where’s the food crimes comm when you need it?
In America? Just be thankful there’s not Velveeta and ketchup on it.
I once fasted for 72 hours, just to see what it would be like to run out of glycogen and be truly hungry. I still probably wasn’t hungry enough to eat aspic. Perhaps if I were starving after another day or two? Still, I feel like there’s a chance I would rather die.
that is wild. I just don’t think i could swallow it without violently retching.
Yeah, it checks all the boxes: texture, temperature, taste, smell, viscosity, and appearance. There’s little about it that isn’t an egregious affront to the senses. I will say this for it, though: it reduces waste, is potentially nutritious, preserves well, and is generally nontoxic.
TIL James Taylor has a song called “Country Road.”
It is not about West Virginia.
Processing ultra processed meat even further? Even for poverty food this is too much.
So that’s the ham pie Amanda was talking about
Silly Putty Pie. Yumm
I see lots of references to John Denver, Country Roads, but I present:
“Bye, bye Miss Bologna Pie”
Doc saw my arteries, said I would die…
May I suggest:
Doc took one look at my arteries and started to cry
Them surgery boys pumped propofol now I’m high
Singin’ this’ll be the day that I die…
Why not use liverwurst at that point? I guess it’s guaranteed gout.
