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Miss Tenacity.
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Tuesday, March 1
Words that flow like meat into an intestine...
I've found (Of course, not really - like the Washington Post's new slogan, "you heard it here twelfth!"; they and I have great blogger sources.) yet another gastronaut who can write like a dog can lick himself.
Here is a quick (and dirty!) teaser, enough to sputter and percolate green tea in a not-normal-direction through my nasal passages:
"Best of all it comes with sausage nozzles. These are plastic inserts which fit over the grinder plate enabling one to roll on rinsed pig intestines like a forty foot condom and watch as the pork paste is pumped in. For reasons rooted deeply in Carry On films, music hall ribaldry and the darker reaches of the Freudian subconscious, this is hysterically amusing to watch. And so, by eight o clock last night, I was pleasantly drunk, generously coated in a film of blood and fat and laughing hysterically at a 30lb pile of preserved meat. My kitchen looked like Jeffrey Dahmer's basement."
The gastroporn blogosphere needs more people like this, and I personally am inspired to attempt more actual *writing* on these pages rather than mere blow-by-blow documentation of culinary events in my tiny world.
Time posted: 14:17 [permalink]
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