So- tell me again how meatloaf is like Ted Nugent's poop?
The local incarnation of my regional ultramegasupermarket makes dinner fare for the young stud on the go: pizza; chicken in various cooked states and configurations; pot-pies; uncountable pounds of mashed potatoes and mac-n-cheese.
The other day I chose an exceptional meatloaf, my favorite example of all the loafed foods. This place makes a decent meatloaf- a tad salty, a touch greasy, but otherwise about as pleasant a gustatory experience as any right-thinking person might expect from a meatloaf. Today's lunch is a cold slab of that 2 (3?)-day-old meatloaf. It started as a slab, anyway; I had to cut it down to fit into my container, and subsequent travel broke things up a little further.
Anyway it's lunchtime and I'm about halfway through it, just, you know, eating and diggin' on my meatloaf, when it suddenly occurred to me that in color, shape, and size I might appear to be eating bits of a turd. And not like the tootsie rolls the cat leaves for you. A dense all-American turd that destroys plumbing, fouls the air, and makes communists afraid. Something that only the bowel of a flesh-eating man's man- like, say, Ted Nugent- might produce.
So that's what's on my mind right now.
Um, what are you having...?
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Uh, I'm not as hungry as I
Uh, I'm not as hungry as I thought I was...
Uh, and I won't be, not for
Uh, and I won't be, not for quite a while, though I used to be a big fan of meat loaf.
This puts me in the mood for
This puts me in the mood for some pate on a cracker.
Bram,
Bram,
Is "pate on a cracker" a USMC euphemism for "quaff the fountaining blood of my nation's enemies" or something? You know, "I'd really like to shoot Tojo [Osama, Saddam, Milosevic, Zawhiri] in the face and get my pate on a cracker!"
I might have heard my grandfather say something about eating pate on a cracker when he was at Tarawa...
No - I really do like pate.
No - I really do like pate. The USMC always seemed to be serving shit sandwiches, which were far less appetizing.
Bram,
Bram,
My wife turned me on to pate, but Poles call it "pasztet" [PAHSH-tet]. The Slavic pronunciation rings largely Frenchless, and therefore more palatable.
But regardless, pate nor pasztet will scare communists the way Ted Nugent's poop will or, I guess, by extension, a half-decent meatloaf.