Adoration of a Gellatineous Meat Cube
I love Arby's Roast Beef Sandwiches. Slathered in creamy horsey sauce and arby's sauce, so the top
bun keeps sliding off the stack of oddly colored brown/gray meat. Normally I don't go too wild, and only get a single medium size, and never go for the beef and cheddar (I never trust liquid cheese product). The best part about Arby's is the mystery meat cube itself. It's consistency is puzzling. It's as if beef, or some other animal that closely resembles cow, is dehydrated and ground into a fine powder, then rehydrated into a meat slurry. Then Knox Gelatin is added such that a thick beef jello results, then it is heated to evaporate out most of the water, then viola! Meat Cube! Once sliced to it's paper thin roast-beast perfection, examine it's glory, you can see the air-bubble pockets. Anyways it tastes wonderful, however it's made.
When I was a kid, we never went out to eat except on vacation, or when my grandparents took me outto eat after Church on Sundays. When we went to Arby's I was a very happy boy. When I was about12, it was my grand ambition to own my very own deli-style circular meat slicer, that way I could (along with parting ways with my finger-tips) have Arby's style sandwiches at home, every day if I wished. Take that TV Dinner eatin' suckers! I didn't consider that I'd still have to obtain a source for that amazing Meat Cube! Once I had a paper route, I had the means to make my meat slicer wishes come true, but I couldn't find a meat slicer to save my life back in the 80's (if only we had the internet and ebay and amazon like we have now).
Now grown up, me and a couple of my Arby's zealot buddies at work still give in to the Arby's craving every few weeks. There is no Arby's in the village outside where we work (yes it is officially zoned as a village - I'm not being facetious), so we have to drive a couple cities away. Some of the guys at work take a long lunch once in awhile to go to Hooters, but us, we go to Arby's. Oh yeah!
Yes, Yes I do...
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Listening to some old music, and thought I'd share an old favorite. Camille was one of the singers in Nouvelle Vague, one band doing Lounge Music covers of Punk and New Wave songs. For those unfamiliar, this is from a solo album of hers (Le Fil) where she did a majority of the accompaniment using only her voice and hand percussion. Huh, searching for this on YouTube, it seems this was song was in a SNL skit in 2010. Interesting.
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Officially I'm changing my Alcohol status from "Total Drunkard" to "Occasionally". I've decided I don't like the person I become after having a few too many. That guy is a real ass. So when I'm out with the gang, and rounds of shots are called for, I now refrain. So far, so good.
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This came in the mail the other day, and I'm very excited, love The KILLS:
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On Saturday before Easter, we went to a Helicopter Easter Egg drop, where they claim they dropped 30,000 eggs. It was in a small town, with no direct access into it, and the planners underestimated the attendence. We got stuck in the event traffic for 45 minutes. Some of which was my wife yelling at parents to tend to their children who were dangerously darting through traffic or throwhing trash off overpasses. We make a good balance, I overly polite telling her to be careful, her overly aggressive in a vigilante fervor. It was pandemonium, people were parking everywhere, on the access roads, sidewalks. They turned kids some away. My oldest only got 4 eggs, my yougest got none (my oldest shared). It was just mud and chaos. But it was entertaining because it was total Mayberry anarchy.
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Good Friday spent the day in the holiday in the hospital waiting for a family member to have surgery. Everything went well, but I was stuck there while the family had the day off. I got a couple consolations for this. One was that I got to see the pregnant women coming in for their check ups. Pregnant women are sexy. I'm talking about the clothed, happy, glowing ones. I think it's a evolutionary/primal thing. My buddies think I'm a deviant.
The other is while my mother was in Post-Op Recovery I was able to sneak out and get sushi. There was a little hostess there and when I was being seated, she said, "Hello Guys". To which I replied "Nope, it's just me". Then when I was getting up to leave, she said "Thanks Guys". I turned around to see if there was someone behind me leaving as well. Nope. "Oh. Thanks, and have a nice day." Her broken english was so cute, I wanted to put her in my pocket and take her home. The waitress I had was named "Luna", which was awesome because previously the only Lunas I knew of previously were either Suicide Girls, vampires, bass players, or awesome characters in comic books/graphic novels.
Then that night, I had a my last color session on my chest piece. Now I just have a touch-up session remaining.
I love Arby's Roast Beef Sandwiches. Slathered in creamy horsey sauce and arby's sauce, so the top
bun keeps sliding off the stack of oddly colored brown/gray meat. Normally I don't go too wild, and only get a single medium size, and never go for the beef and cheddar (I never trust liquid cheese product). The best part about Arby's is the mystery meat cube itself. It's consistency is puzzling. It's as if beef, or some other animal that closely resembles cow, is dehydrated and ground into a fine powder, then rehydrated into a meat slurry. Then Knox Gelatin is added such that a thick beef jello results, then it is heated to evaporate out most of the water, then viola! Meat Cube! Once sliced to it's paper thin roast-beast perfection, examine it's glory, you can see the air-bubble pockets. Anyways it tastes wonderful, however it's made.
When I was a kid, we never went out to eat except on vacation, or when my grandparents took me outto eat after Church on Sundays. When we went to Arby's I was a very happy boy. When I was about12, it was my grand ambition to own my very own deli-style circular meat slicer, that way I could (along with parting ways with my finger-tips) have Arby's style sandwiches at home, every day if I wished. Take that TV Dinner eatin' suckers! I didn't consider that I'd still have to obtain a source for that amazing Meat Cube! Once I had a paper route, I had the means to make my meat slicer wishes come true, but I couldn't find a meat slicer to save my life back in the 80's (if only we had the internet and ebay and amazon like we have now).
Now grown up, me and a couple of my Arby's zealot buddies at work still give in to the Arby's craving every few weeks. There is no Arby's in the village outside where we work (yes it is officially zoned as a village - I'm not being facetious), so we have to drive a couple cities away. Some of the guys at work take a long lunch once in awhile to go to Hooters, but us, we go to Arby's. Oh yeah!
Yes, Yes I do...
*******
Listening to some old music, and thought I'd share an old favorite. Camille was one of the singers in Nouvelle Vague, one band doing Lounge Music covers of Punk and New Wave songs. For those unfamiliar, this is from a solo album of hers (Le Fil) where she did a majority of the accompaniment using only her voice and hand percussion. Huh, searching for this on YouTube, it seems this was song was in a SNL skit in 2010. Interesting.
*******
Officially I'm changing my Alcohol status from "Total Drunkard" to "Occasionally". I've decided I don't like the person I become after having a few too many. That guy is a real ass. So when I'm out with the gang, and rounds of shots are called for, I now refrain. So far, so good.
*******
This came in the mail the other day, and I'm very excited, love The KILLS:
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On Saturday before Easter, we went to a Helicopter Easter Egg drop, where they claim they dropped 30,000 eggs. It was in a small town, with no direct access into it, and the planners underestimated the attendence. We got stuck in the event traffic for 45 minutes. Some of which was my wife yelling at parents to tend to their children who were dangerously darting through traffic or throwhing trash off overpasses. We make a good balance, I overly polite telling her to be careful, her overly aggressive in a vigilante fervor. It was pandemonium, people were parking everywhere, on the access roads, sidewalks. They turned kids some away. My oldest only got 4 eggs, my yougest got none (my oldest shared). It was just mud and chaos. But it was entertaining because it was total Mayberry anarchy.
*******
Good Friday spent the day in the holiday in the hospital waiting for a family member to have surgery. Everything went well, but I was stuck there while the family had the day off. I got a couple consolations for this. One was that I got to see the pregnant women coming in for their check ups. Pregnant women are sexy. I'm talking about the clothed, happy, glowing ones. I think it's a evolutionary/primal thing. My buddies think I'm a deviant.
The other is while my mother was in Post-Op Recovery I was able to sneak out and get sushi. There was a little hostess there and when I was being seated, she said, "Hello Guys". To which I replied "Nope, it's just me". Then when I was getting up to leave, she said "Thanks Guys". I turned around to see if there was someone behind me leaving as well. Nope. "Oh. Thanks, and have a nice day." Her broken english was so cute, I wanted to put her in my pocket and take her home. The waitress I had was named "Luna", which was awesome because previously the only Lunas I knew of previously were either Suicide Girls, vampires, bass players, or awesome characters in comic books/graphic novels.
Then that night, I had a my last color session on my chest piece. Now I just have a touch-up session remaining.
Oh, & Gryphon is an Irish Wolfhound. Not the sharpest tool in the shed, but loveable in his own pathetic fashion.