Ingenious website

Through Kotaku, I discovered the site Gourmet Gaming, which I think is a fantastic idea.  Food creations based on the food items utilized in video games, to which there are obviously no shortage of after all these years.  I can’t say that I’m vaguely familiar with many of these creations beyond a just a few here and there, but when they touch on my nostalgia and make creations from them, we’ve got winners.

My favorites are the unknown Golden Axe meat, the Streets of Rage trash-can chicken, and the above pictured Castlevaniabroken-wall turkey.  Clearly, I favor those items that actually do something, as opposed to something in the background, and these are all from very old games, now.  Ugh – they’re OLD, just like me.

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I now know what true love is

In the past, whether it was your teef, lips or tongue which came in contact with the shell of a taco first, the flavor receptors in our mouths register something very nondescript, bland, ordinary; something serving functionality over enjoyment.  The shell that exists solely to harness and restrain all of the beefy, cheesy, veggie, saucy goodness that goes inside of a taco.  No longer, said Taco Bell – no longer would the shell be merely Robin’s utility belt when it could become Batman’s trusty cowl on the hierarchy of awesomeness.  And so they took the boring old taco shell which was the standard, the norm, and made a change that would flip the universe upside down.

I know what true love is now.  The heart-fluttering first kisses in life have no comparison.  Driving off the lot in my very first new car is but a distant third in comparison.  Watching the Braves mount a comeback on the Phillies isn’t close to as arousing on so many levels.

True love, is the Dorito Taco.

NEVER FORGET

Me, forget to post this? Never.

Supermarket Offers Black History Month Special on Fried Chicken

Wednesday, February 06, 2002

Associated Press

HARRISBURG, Pa. – Giant Food Stores apologized Wednesday after one of its supermarkets advetised a sale on fried chicken in honor of Black History Month.

The chain’s Union Deposit store in Dauphin County had a sign Sunday saying, “In honor of Black History Month, we at Giant are offering a special savings on fried chicken.”

“It did happen. It was at that one store only,” said Denny Hopkins, Giant’s vice president of advertising. “We had a customer bring the sign to us and complain and we immediately took it down.”

“We apologize if that sign offended our customers,” Hopkins said.

Store customer Lance Sellers, 31, of Highspire, said he was shocked and embarrassed when he first saw the sign.

“I showed it to a few of the other customers … all races of people … and they all were stunned. When I approached the store manager about the problem he had the nerve to ask me why it offended me so much.”

Hopkins said the sign was not meant to be offensive. He said he did not know who made the decision to put up the sign.

Paula Diane Harris, president of the Greater Harrisburg Branch of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, said the sign reinforces racist stereotypes.

“Not all African-Americans eat fried chicken, greens and chitlins. We like salad, roast beef, low-fat chicken, just like everybody else,” she said.

Giant is sponsoring several programs for Black History Month, including having jazz bands and soul food samples at its Kline Village Plaza and Union Deposit stores, Hopkins said.

Sellers said the sign, which he still has, wouldn’t keep him from shopping at the store.

“We laugh about it,” he said. “How could they put something like that out there?”

Credit for this article comes from Fox News

 

Boner conspiracy!

Apparently, the same Boner’s BBQ that I was fascinated with a few months back, is under a ton of fire recently.  Mostly, due to the fact that the owner of the company took too personally, a negative review of their business on Yelp.  So he did what, well, nobody else has really done, as an actual business owner, and proceeded to go on the company’s Facebook page, post a picture of her (she’s fat, big surprise), tell her to go fuck herself, and to Yelp that, bitch.  Pretty much everything has been redacted at this point, and as of my typing this right now, is a whole lot of back-pedaling, damage control, superficial apologies, and naturally because this surfaced on the internet, a whole lot of people trumpeting superficial righteousness.

Firstly, I think that everyone who is condemning Boners is full of shit.  There’s a lot of fake righteousness and “that’s now how you run a business” rhetoric being flung around, because other people are watching.  Deep down, I have a hard time believing that anyone who has worked in the food-service industry at any point in their lives (which are most, hard-working, had jobs as teenagers), believes for a second that Boners is in the wrong for actually acting on impulse and anger and ripping this heifer a new asshole on the internet.  Not tipping is the worst thing a customer can do to an establishment, because someone ends up getting boned in the end (no pun intended), and pretty much everyone who’s ever worked food service has been stiffed somewhere down the line.  To these people trumpeting condemnation and wishing for the business to go under, I say you are all either full of shit, or have never worked in the food service industry before and should also go fuck yourselves for being too spoiled to have to.

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Regardless of what you’ve been told, there IS an expiration date

Again, that is. Apparently, for the second time in the last eight years, Hostess is going bankrupt. Not that I eat them with any regularity, but such news makes me want to run out to Publix during lunch and pick up some Ho-Hos and some Twinkies while I still can, if the company really does go under.

But really, the point of posting this at all, is so I could make the very obvious, but always relevant Zombieland reference.

Holiday tradition

Jews have Chinese food on Christmas.  I have Waffle House.

As depressing and desolate as the imagery of Waffle House on a dreary, rainy Christmas afternoon is, believe it or not, it’s one of the things I most looked forward to doing on this day.  Two years in a row now.

I got a Keurig coffee maker today.  I’m on my second cup of coffee now.  Weekends and non-working days will never be the same again, but for the better.  No more no-coffee headaches, as long as I have K-cups.

Merry Christmas, everyone out there.

A feeling of validation

For my office’s holiday potluck party, I contributed a giant-sized side of chips and my homemade guacamole.  I’ve been making it for a few years now, and all my friends and acquaintances seem to like it fine, and I happen to think it’s pretty decent too.  But it was to the test, being served up to 30 or so of the people in the company I’m currently working for.  It was during this test that I kind of learned that maybe it’s pretty good on a slightly larger scale sample.

One of the IT guys is Spanish.  I have no idea to what his specific ethnicity is, but it’s clearly Spanish.  At one point, as he was going through the line, he remarked about how there was guacamole available, and asked who made it.  I said that I did, and watched as he took a heaping serving of it, with a fistful of chips.  I told myself “man, I hope he likes it,” which was a relative feeling, but applied more to this guy because he was Spanish and much like people would assume of my judgment of Korean food, I was hoping my guacamole would warrant his seal of approval.

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