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.