.i don't have the: i love bacon argument... pork liver? pork head terrine? now we're talking! bacon? i hate bacon!
rare are such nights... you drink, and you drink...
in-between solving
a sudoku - and then?
nothing...
absolutely nothing...
nothing...
people talking, you're left with minding
your own shadow...
you think of your sober
self and realize...
all these people,
all of them, having so many
sober issues?!
i don't get, the idea
of a restaurant,
because?
i don't get the idea of conversation
during a meal...
who needs conversation when
talking?
watching all these t.v. dramas...
food, in plush places,
is the last bullet-point on
the minds of these people...
they're not there to eat,
they're there to talk...
i guess the best food you can
have,
is, remotely found in
a chicken Kentucky shop...
where you get a discount,
eating the hot & spicy chicken
wings...
ending up with you licking
your fingers,
and the counter worker
asks you: would you like
a hygienic tissue?
you reply, thank you -
a glorious meal, esp. when standing
up...
it's not out of desperation
that
you write this sort of stuff...
my grandmother likes to watch
me eat...
she says...
i eat with a feral ferocity
of always having the capacity
to enjoy the food...
i eat like someone starving
on the right occasion...
and i know that when she passes,
no one will make the same
compliment,
of having the pleasure
of watching me eat food...
perhaps it's family...
but when someone actually enjoys
watching you eat?
there are no familial ties
actually involved, per se...
and the joy of the spectacle
of eating, when someone watches
you?
you need to know classical Roman
bulimia, the underbelly of
the beast...
dare i say that pig cranium
is the best meat from the beast?
bacon? overrated...
pork chops? overrated...
you're going for the cranium
and the cartilage...
notably?
the bone end cartilage of chickens...
and the bone heads,
bitten off, and gently suckling
at the opened bone, marrow...
secondary ****, and mother milk...
ooh!
but a beef tartar stake?
cut into tender bite-sized pieces,
rather than minced?
you can eat a tartar steak
using minced beef...
you need tender, almost sushi-esque
pieces...
minced meat ≠ tartar steak...
minced meat = tartar pâté...
you can't make a tartar steak,
a Crimean stake... using minced
beef...
god i'd love to eat this with
the variant of horse-meat...
drizzled with some of
the blood...
****... even writing this
gives me a watered mouth effect...
like i'm ******* on a cotton
bud or something...
but i have for myself,
that one compliment from my grandmother...
who enjoys watching me eat something...
as if i were tasting a food
for the first time...
oh god... but fresh pork, fried with
a little bit of salt... and eaten freshly fried...
from the Smithfield market?
at 7am, before prepping for school?
how can pork deserve the monotheistic
argument of impurity?!
again, and again and over again...
it's the most economic animal!
you can actually eat pig ears!
you could survive on that...
compared to what the sacred mutton
of the Middle East and Levant offers...
furry bits...
would take longer
to pinch of the feathers of a chicken...
than to care about a Turkish barber
to get rid of either cow, or mutton stubble
of the ears...
the perfected, domestication machine...
****-naked...
even dogs are not allowed such
domestication class...
oh... wait...
that Mexican breed...
xoloitzcuintli & the sphynx...
but come on...
those would be nibbles...
the Quran and the Torah can say
all it wants...
about pork being an "impure" meat...
but sure as ****,
it's the most genius
work of human engineering...
to breed a boar...
into a semi-human status of,
being fur-less, completely dependent
on domestication...
as far as i am concerned?
the chimps will not lose their fur...
here's a "tetragrammaton" for you:
man (simiae nudus), pig (aper nudus),
xolo dog & the sphynx cat...
fish and lizards don't count...
so? i discount the criticism of
the engineering that went into
domesticating the boar.
