Too Many Pizzerias And Carbs In Bsas Stop This Now

Sir, that is a fascinating conclusion you read from my post! I cannot see the connection between not eating meat and keeping socialist programs in place, but good for you that you see a connection there!


Agreed!

Well, you are from Norway, no? It's one of those socialist hell-holes with it's high rankings in things like health and happiness of the population. How did you even survive?
 
Well, you are from Norway, no? It's one of those socialist hell-holes with it's high rankings in things like health and happiness of the population. How did you even survive?
I am a living miracle! Guess I got out early enough! (I do, however, plan to claim my part of the oil fund in the future. I will be one of those Norwegians living on the Costa del Sol, complaining about immigration in Norway, yet not learning Spanish and treating the locals with a horrible attitude - and at the same time enjoy my generous pension from the mother ship.)
 
Anyone remember this?

Lewis Black, reading label on water:

"Fat content: 0%. That means that somewhere, there's bottled water with little globs of fat floating around in it. That's the water I want, 'cause THAT'S THE GOOD F**KING WATER!"
 
Anybody ever had chicken and waffles?

http://www.roscoeschickenandwaffles.com/

It may sound disgusting, but the chicken, waffle, syrup, gravy, butter mix is other worldly.

And they say the US has no culture. Ha!
 
I always loved bacon, and while I love chocolate with salt, I could never get used to bacon with anything sweet, such as this, or pancakes with bacon. In the US I found a lot more sweet-salty combos than what I was used to from home.

I couldn't imagine eating bacon and chocolate together either, although there are some salty/sweet combinations that I do indeed like. Including pancakes or waffles with bacon (on the same plate - but I don't like my syrup to mingle with my bacon! Or sausage! They sit high on the edge of the plate, carefully guarded against incursion...)

This reminds me of a story of a trip to Paraguay. (no groans please hehe).

Seems Paraguayans (at least from the sticks) are mostly terrified of mixing sweets and salts. When my wife and I first got together she couldn't believe some of the mixes of foods that I'd eat, seriously worried that it was going to make me sick. We're talking things like having desert after eating meat - nothing really over-the-top here.

There's a place in Asuncion, called the Bolsi, downtown, that has real bacon (they call it tocino). I love to go there when I'm in Asuncion and have breakfast for that very reason. One morning, bright and early, my wife and I left the hotel (Las Margaritas, if anyone ever goes to Asuncion, is my favorite place - fairly new, reasonably priced, great food and great staff - I'd give it 4 stars) and walked about 6 blocks or so to the Bolsi. They have a dining room separated from a diner (greasy spoon, like some Philadelphia diners I've been in, with a counter long and rounded on one end and the waitresses serve from the middle). We entered the diner portion and sat down.

The waitress comes up and asks what we want. My wife orders first. She orders toast and jelly with orange juice. Then it's my turn.

"I'd like an order of scrambled eggs, with bacon." I pause for a moment. "And an order of toast with jelly and a glass of orange juice, too."

The waitress looks at me for a moment, obviously puzzled. She says "then no eggs and bacon?"

Now it was my turn to be slightly puzzled. "No, no", I say. "Eggs and bacon also."

"Ah, OK," comes her reply. "Then no toast and jelly." I'm flummoxed.

She sees that I'm flummoxed and doesn't say anything for a moment. Obviously, from my accent, she realizes I'm a foreigner. She starts to say something, hesitates again, then looks over to my wife. I'm starting to get annoyed because I really do speak good Spanish - hell, I talk all day long, every day, in Spanish, more than I do English. I'm just wondering what I said that was so confusing. If we had been in some remote part of Paraguay I might think that she didn't understand my Spanish because she doesn't speak it very well, but hell, I'm in the capital where many people, even if they do speak Guarani, won't readily admit to it (even though it's a co-official language with Spanish).

My wife comes to the rescue. She spouts off a stream of Guarani and the waitress replies with a relieved smile and my wife chuckles. The waitress goes off to prepare our order and I turn to my wife.

"What the hell?" I exclaim.

"She thought you didn't know what you wanted to eat," she explains. "Then she thought you were crazy when you were insisting that you wanted both salted food and sweet food together. She was worried that you would get sick and cause a scene. I had to explain that Americans [Paraguayans don't seem to have much problems with referring to estadounidenses as "Americans"] have strong stomachs and are used to eating sweets with salts."

I laughed and chalked it up to something new, another day. :)
 
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