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Snorting his way across the USA
But then again there is not places for it. Consider this...
Those are hamburgers. Or would have been. Not my idea.
I don't have a back story for this, other than I was watching random videos of Russian ships blowing up Somali pirates sheerly for the soundtrack.
Consider the smoldering Somali pirate boats as they burn in the open sea. Well that is how I felt about the burgers.
This the man with the master plan, I'm here to turn it out with a mic in my hand
(record scratching followed by electronic techno)
Well here is the thing.
It's not a shortcut. It takes... maybe ten minutes to pan fry burgers in the pan, add ten more for cleanup. Allow an hour block time for firing up the charcoal grill. These things were in the crock pot for the better of five hours.
Ever taken a trip to the Smithsonian in DC and see the mummy exhibits? I will say that the burgers probably had more moisture than King Tut, but not much more and take in to consideration that Tut is in a moisture controlled environment. Or not, I don't know if he's a display item or not. But if you wanted to eat him, or ever contemplated doing so, I have the recipe for you.
Let's reverse back to the late 1980's, cold war era military when MRE's were fully in establishment. Imagine the dried pork patty, to be reconstituted, but you didn't actually reconstitute it with water (ever try to eat a dry sponge?)
I tried to salvage it. I tried to be nice. No, I was nice. I ate it. Them. I was allocated two. I need to eat less. I've been eating too much. I do not want to eat any more. That is a good thing. But it was a painful experience, taste wise. I mean not like eating a dog turd. It tasted better than a dog turd. I'm not sure I can actually fully describe the taste of a dog turd as I have not eaten an actual dog turd, that I can recall.
There was no way out...
Anyway, the take home message is this: Hamburger... grill. Period. No microwave. No crock pot.
Those are hamburgers. Or would have been. Not my idea.
I don't have a back story for this, other than I was watching random videos of Russian ships blowing up Somali pirates sheerly for the soundtrack.
Consider the smoldering Somali pirate boats as they burn in the open sea. Well that is how I felt about the burgers.
This the man with the master plan, I'm here to turn it out with a mic in my hand
(record scratching followed by electronic techno)
Well here is the thing.
It's not a shortcut. It takes... maybe ten minutes to pan fry burgers in the pan, add ten more for cleanup. Allow an hour block time for firing up the charcoal grill. These things were in the crock pot for the better of five hours.
Ever taken a trip to the Smithsonian in DC and see the mummy exhibits? I will say that the burgers probably had more moisture than King Tut, but not much more and take in to consideration that Tut is in a moisture controlled environment. Or not, I don't know if he's a display item or not. But if you wanted to eat him, or ever contemplated doing so, I have the recipe for you.
Let's reverse back to the late 1980's, cold war era military when MRE's were fully in establishment. Imagine the dried pork patty, to be reconstituted, but you didn't actually reconstitute it with water (ever try to eat a dry sponge?)
I tried to salvage it. I tried to be nice. No, I was nice. I ate it. Them. I was allocated two. I need to eat less. I've been eating too much. I do not want to eat any more. That is a good thing. But it was a painful experience, taste wise. I mean not like eating a dog turd. It tasted better than a dog turd. I'm not sure I can actually fully describe the taste of a dog turd as I have not eaten an actual dog turd, that I can recall.
There was no way out...
Anyway, the take home message is this: Hamburger... grill. Period. No microwave. No crock pot.