Awesomest Food EVAR

Warning, the next pictures should not be viewed by smokers, pregnant women, people with weak hearts, and old people.
Goat stomach pretty much ranks in my top 5 coolest things ever eaten. My mom and sister refused to eat it. My sister had to eat in another room.

This is a picture of the inside of the pot. All the yummy goodness. The large bloated thing is the stomach proper, but there are plenty of other tasty treats.














Here is a mixed bag. The thingy on the spoon closest to you is the small intestine wrapped around bone. Definitely my favorite part. It was amazingly delicious, and I have always like the texture of things like squid and intestine.







This is my plate, fully loaded. The mushroom looking thingies are the kidneys. Plenty of vegetables (for a nuitritious and balanced meal) with some small intestine wrapped around bone
and some free floating large intestine. And of course, the stomach.








And this is what is inside of the stomach. It is a ground up mixture of blood, heart, liver, kidneys, brain, and other assorted organs. Kosher? Probably not. Delicious, why yes. It actually was very good. Not something I would eat every day, but once a month it would be a treat. My biggest complaint is that after stuffing the stomach with the ground stuff, they sewed it up with a near indestructible cord. Which is great for the form factor, making the stomach look prettier, but it makes it very, very hard to eat it. You have to pull the string out piece by piece.


Bonus picture. This is one of the many pictures I took when I was going around in the US. It was one of the several murals in the town. But this was definitely the best. I was going past it at a walking pace (cause I was walking) and almost had a seizure. I can not imagine driving past it in a car. The color overload. It was snowing when I took it. I love the snow so much. But anyway, this mural was amazing. It was on the wall of a kindergarten-middle school, and I have to believe that a few of the kindergarteners were terrified when they first saw it. Like the building was one huge monster. Or they thought it was a candy factory and cried because lets face it, Wonka was a freak. Funny at our age, scary much younger.
--Andy

Bygone Childhood Relics and Manliness

I would like to start this post with the proclamation that the Animaniacs should probably be held responsible for the ADD age in which we live. And it is awesome. I say this only because I have been watching "A Bit of Fry and Laurie", and resemblance between the two shows is stunning. Well, perhaps the wordplay in the Animaniacs is perhaps a bit more sophisticated and slightly less childish.
I recently stumbled upon a way to tell women and men apart. A brilliant, quite scientific solution to the problem that has been plaguing the world for years. And I found it by cooking a pork chop. Yes, yes, I am just that awesome. Let us begin in the beginning.
Several days ago, I found out that we were quickly running out of hot sauce. Although we were buying it by the crate, I went through it quickly because apparently, the main consumers are little children who whine if the food is too spicy. Fed up with constantly eating a soup of rice and beans, the broth consisting of the amount of hot sauce it took to make the food spicy, I took matters into my own hands. Bum bah dum DAH!!!!! I took a bottle, filled it with the most potent peppers and chilies I could lay hands on, then filled the gaps with olive oil. I let it sit for a few days. Today, I took it out of the biohazard container my parents made me keep it in, poured some in a pan, flopped in a pork chop, lit the burner and waited to make history. As the oil started to evaporate, the steam started to peel the tiles off the wall, singeing my nose hairs, and sending my family running from the house. After forcing myself to at least get the chop brown on the outside, I devoured it with relish. Tears streaming down my face, it was at that moment that I realized my triumph. My victory. Indeed, my vanquishing of the mysteries. I knew at that moment that my hot sauce was for men only. Indeed, it would not only separate the men from the women, it would separate the men from the boys, the men from the animals, the men from girls, the men from everything else, except maybe dragons. But lets be honest, man...dragon, not that much difference.

In other news, a child was eaten by alligators (in China, at a zoo). He and some friends had apparently hopped the fence of the enclosure, and get this, they were poking the gators with sticks. Wow. That is amazing.

And lastly, some native culture. This is something I think is either a breadfruit, something related to a breadfruit, or is nothing like a breadfruit. I am about 50% sure it is a bread fruit, 40% that it is related to a breadfruit, and about 10% of me thinks it has absolutely nothing to do
with a breadfruit.
I am not sure why my font just changed on me. Oh well, I'll just flow with it. As you can see, inside the possible breadfruit are yellow, slimy, lump thingies. That is the edible part. This is only half. It is shaped like an oval when it is one big fruit. Sounds like bread to me. And it has a spiky crust, which also sounds like bread. But here is where it gets crazy. *whisper*
it doesn't taste like bread. *endwhisper* Crazy, huh.









See, these are the lumpy edible things. Although it does make me wonder who found out that they were edible in the first place.
This is the edible part. There is a huge seed right in the middle that you have to sort through and spit out, or you will have a bananabreadfruittree growing in your stomach. And yes, the texture is about what you would expect.
--Andy
ps tomorrow, hopefully I will have picture of my family eating goat stomach. Yes, I am serious. Somebody at my sister's art class told her that she had to try it and then brought some to class for her to eat. She brought it home, and our maid is going to prepare it tomorrow. I am excited.

I Had a Crush on the Little Princess

I was renting a few movies, as is my wont to do, and having gone through most of the Drama, Comedy, and Action, I turned to the Children's movies. Lo and behold, there was the Little Princess. I think it might be one of the finest movies concerning reality and myth to ever be made. Of course, I am going on memories which are almost as old as I am, so it is possible that I am a teensy bit mistaken, but I think not. When the girls wake up with the buffet in their room, and fine sheets and jewelry, certain boundaries are crossed. Plus it has a blue Indian deity. And everyone knows that blue Indian deities immediately make for an excellent movie.
I was just watching the latest Pride and Prejudice movie, and I have but one complaint. I do not think that any on would ever say that Keira Knightly is "perfectly tolerable". And anybody that would is certifiably insane. Other then that, a perfectly tolerable movie.
Man oh man. I am rereading Kierkegaard's journal and I think that it might just be something that continually gets better through each reading. Wonderful. I need to get my hands on the unedited journals. He wrote quite a bit. I think unedited, it comes to thousands of pages.*gleep* Awesome.
My one disappointment is a lack of Anastasia at the movie store. I think I will start watching all Disney movies through in the order that they were put out. Only originals though. No Little Mermaid 2 1/2 for me. Although maybe after that time she will be older then 12.
--Andy

But Down Inside of Me They Still Live On

Some people ask me (faces twisted in incredulity) if someone as awesome as myself has heroes. I generally let a lengthy silent period whiz past, creating tension before I answer, Why Yes, I Do Have Heroes. As the crowd mutters to themselves about what kind of person would I idolize (coming close to the OT use of the word), what person would I lift above the rest, to sit on the shoulders of a giant, so to speak, I utter just one word. "Hargrave". This man hacked the Superbowl. Clearly a mad genius, someone to emulate, admire, and indeed follow.
--Andy