Archive for the ‘Food’ Category

Sad Resolutions


31 Dec

Each year, I try to stick to a new resolution. And usually it never works. It’s like saying to yourself “I want to be a better person but I’m not going to put a significant amount of effort into being a better person.” Around this time of year gyms become flooded with lots of new members. And they make loads of money off of people that eventually give up after the second or third month. The gym I go to is always packed with new people in January. But after a few months you start saying to yourself “Hmm…whatever happened to that weird guy that works out in flip flops and a ‘Kiss the Chef’ apron?

Two years ago, I decided to floss my teeth every other day and I’ve stuck to it. Which is incredible if you’re like me and never floss. Last year I wanted to eat more fish. And now I eat it twice a week. Miracles really do come true. But if you’re lacking confidence in your abilities to stick to your new resolutions, then maybe you need an avant-garde type of resolution. Make it your resolution to be one of those pricks that point out how everybody else didn’t stick to their resolutions. Be a Rude Resolutioner.

a) Wow. Your nails look better when you chew them. They’re fun to just grind on, huh? What hand did you say you wipe with?
b) Hey, the more weight, the bigger the cup size, right? Gyms are stupid, boobs are smart.
c) You know gambling isn’t really a disease. Because diseases can’t make you RICH!
d) Those drugs you’re taking are actually good for you. My Uncle Sal said so. Oh wait, I forgot. My Uncle Sal was lazy and he died of a drug overdose. But that won’t happen to you. You’re smart with your drugs.
e) Why spend more time with your kids, they’re not gonna remember anything.
f) Sure. You should keep ordering take-out at work. Bringing a homemade lunch only saves money. And you don’t need extra money. You just need more pizza, and Chinese food, and Deli sandwiches, and Mickey D’s, and fast food garbage. Idiot.

Burnt Food


17 Dec

Why do things have to burn? Why do I keep burning my bagels, my pancakes and other fun eating food items? I wish I could rely on my toaster to just toast and my pans to just cook. But I can’t. You have to always keep your eye on them. And not just the top of the food, because the pan is cooking the hell out of the bottom side while the top slowly gets browner and more delicious looking. It’s an optical illusion that makes you think you have enough time to wash one more dish. Cooking requires patience or wasting time staring into a microwave window — soaking up all the radiation. When I was a kid my mom used to leave something cooking in the kitchen and then go off somewhere in the house. Meanwhile us kids would be in the living room watching TV. Then later she would come down the hall yelling “Doesn’t anyone smell this burning!” We were just used to it. Mom made Burnt for every meal. Burnt for breakfast, Burnt for lunch, and Burnt for dinner. It doesn’t matter what it was before, because once it’s Burnt, it tastes all the same. It was like having a BBQ everyday, except there wasn’t any burgers or hotdogs, just charcoal. And she would get offended if you didn’t eat it. “Where you think you’re goin’! You betta sit down and finish your Burnt!”

Waste of Food


19 Nov

I hate when I take a big bite of a tasty sandwich, and then all of a sudden my teeth chomp down on something hard or “gristlie.” And when that happens, you gotta try to spit out that nasty piece of garbage into your napkin. Which is tricky because you don’t wanna spit out any of the good pieces. But each time you spit a piece into the napkin, it’s always the wrong piece. And pretty soon you’ve gotta mouth full of nothing and a greasy balled up napkin filled with ugly looking deliciousness.

Once I was eating a chicken sandwich at Wendy’s and I took my last bite and found the legendary “gristlie’ piece. I think chickens and turkeys have this disgusting piece grown inside their bodies specifically because they are bitter about being eaten. After my unsuccessful attempt at salvaging the last bite, I took my nasty balled up napkin to the cashier and demanded to be reimbursed for one bite. The manager refused because I had eaten the rest of the sandwich. I quibbled that it was the last bite that had left me feeling unfulfilled. Instead of another whole new sandwich, we compromised on one chicken nugget.

Dead Batteries


22 Oct

A lot of people are still nervous about throwing old batteries in the garbage. This is true because folks aren’t sure if batteries are toxic and will poison the earth or create a mass Smurf genocide. But what about homeless people? They eat the garbage before it even reaches the landfill. How come nobody even thinks about their safety? Sure, their standards aren’t as high — but that’s due to their very loose interpretation of the five second rule. I once watched a homeless man dig out a half-eaten hamburger and say “less than 50% mold equals gold.” I don’t know if that’s scientifically accurate or not but someone should be lookin’ out for his ass.
It is good to know that back in 1996 the government made the Battery Act. This made it illegal for everyday batteries to contain mercury. So you can feel more at ease the next time you open up an old Gameboy and find some crusty old acid oozing out of your Energizers. Surprisingly, that flaky crust contains high fructose corn syrup. Which means it’s made from corn. So, in a way it’s good for you. Happy Thanksgiving homeless people.   

Filthy Fabric


07 Oct

There are ketchup stains on shirts all over America. I have ruined countless articles of clothing with food. I have stains that refuse to come out like a homophobic snail at a gay pride parade. Americans need to embrace bibs. For some reason they’re only socially acceptable for babies, lobster feasts and shameless old people who insist on targeting their face and everyone around them with egg salad and tapioca pudding.

*Side note: During the holidays, when I was kid, my mom used to tell me that egg salad kisses from old people were lucky. I learned later in life that this was a ploy to encourage me to say hi to my dying relatives.
*Side note: If babies ate lobsters — then mothers without any fashion sense would have it made — because lobster bibs conveniently come with a cartoon lobster printed on them.

Back to the bibs. Bibs are fun. And I’m tired of having to retire my favorite shirts because of a few stubborn stains. But until bibs go mainstream, I have a message for the babies: enjoy eating messy. Because pretty soon, your life will be stained like a Ku Klux Klan member at a Kool-Aid convention.

Pizza Process


01 Oct

Is it necessary to have the option to follow your pizza orders online? Do people really need a five minute update on their food? Dominoes offers this ridiculous offer called Tracker, and you can follow each employee handling your food all throughout the Prep, Bake, Quality Check, and Delivery Status.

8:23 — Order Placed.
8:24 — Juan is smoothing out your dough. He just came back from the bathroom. There’s a pubic hair on his finger. Juan is smoothing out your dough some more. The hair is now gone. I wonder where it went?
8:30 — Sal, the sauce man, is now coming over. He’s gonna spread that sauce for ya. He’s also getting over a cold. Can you hear that cough? It’s sounds productive. The phlegm on his apron is yellowish orange. So don’t you worry, that’s a sign he’s getting better.
8:35 — Time to bake those germs away.
8:42 — Times up! Hope it was enough. Jesus (Hey-Suess) is now packaging up your pizza. He sounds safe and biblical. However, this Jesus gave into temptation — with that ugly cashier girl in the deep freeze. His aromatic fingers are now placing that little white pizza table thing inside your pizza box. Can’t risk a crushed pizza box, now can we?
8:46 — David is now driving your order in his rusty Volvo. The kittens he just murdered with his Goodyear tires was a necessary evil in order to assure your pizza arrives on time.
8:50 — David has delivered your order.
8:52 — David thinks your tip sucks. Tomorrow morning when you drive to work you’ll wonder how a dog managed to climb the hood of your car and squat over your windshield. You’ll also remember to never use windshield wipers to wipe away poo.

Cereal Blues 2


06 Aug

This Tickle is entitled, “Cereal Blues 2.” General Mills has tainted the wholesome legacy of Cheerios. Cheerios used to be punk rock. I used to high-five that yellow box in the supermarkets. But not anymore. Next time you’re in the cereal aisle, count all the Cheerios brands you see. There’s so many different kinds, one could rattle them off like Bubba from Forrest Gump: Honey Nut Cheerios, Chocolate Cheerios, Fruity Cheerios, Yogurt Burst Cheerios, Multi Grain Cheerios, Multi Grain Cheerios with Peanut Butter, Frosted Cheerios, Apple Cinnamon Cheerios, Cinnamon Burst Cheerios, Cheerios Oat Cluster Crunch, Dulce de Leche Cheerios, and Banana Nut Cheerios.
Seriously? Cheerios, you suck the life out of all the other COOL cereals. You make Kelloggs Raisin Bran feel constipated. Sonny is no longer Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs because his mom has him on Ritalin now, even Lucky from Lucky Charms stepped in dog crap today. Shame on you, Cheerios.

Mental Hygiene


11 Jun

This tickle is entitled, “Mental Hygiene.” My favorite Japanese restaurant was closed down last week. Which sucks because every Friday I ordered a Chicken Udon from them. Apparently, they were closed down by the Department of Health and Mental Hygiene. This says a lot about my taste in food. I guess the sweaty guy who cooks my dinner wasn’t worried about rat turds. In retrospect, I always thought it was odd that every meal included small amounts of “wild rice.” But how do you get closed down for mental hygiene? What IS mental hygiene? My neighborhood cook must have been preparing my food while thinking dirty thoughts. Maybe the food inspector caught him stirring my soup with one hand and reading 50 Shades of Gray with the other. I’m cool with him making my meal with love, but I don’t want him to add any of his love into my meal.

Cereal Blues


16 Apr

This Tickle is entitled, “Cereal Blues.” Last week I dropped a huge container of Rice Krispies on the kitchen floor. I cleaned it up, but yet I still kept finding them throughout the week: behind the microwave, under the fridge, and in the fruit bowl. Next time, I’m gonna be like Jack Bauer and use torture to find out where those Krispies are hiding: Like by spraying the whole darn kitchen down with water and making them talk! Which brings me to this: How come other cereals can’t be tortured into talking? They’re either just real tough cereals or they were made without cereal vocal cords. Anyway, if other cereals could talk I wonder what they would say?

Product 19 – “How come I ain’t never got no prize!!”

Smacks — “Kelloggs used to be a pimp. And one night he had to put one of his girls back in her place. And while doing so, he came up with another great name for a cereal…Smacks.”

Apple Jacks — “I taste awful.”

Cap’n Crunch — “I ain’t know how to drive a boat, I ain’t never been on a boat, I ain’t ever wanna be on a boat. So why do I gotta wear this stupid hat?”

Fruity Pebbles — “Warning: do not add milk if you’re on LSD.”

Count Chocula – “Great. You found a socially acceptable way to have chocolate for breakfast. How depressed are you?”

Lucky Charms — “Lucky? You just spent five bucks on a box of cereal. You’re an idiot.”

Life cereal – “They should have a cereal called Death. So that people who eat breakfast won’t get their hopes up. Does Mikey like it…No, Mikey’s dead! His face fell into the bowl and his lungs filled up with milk. Are you happy now Mrs. Buttersworth? You got breakfast back!  Stank a** syrup!”


Snacks


02 Apr

This Tickle is entitled, “Snacks.”  When I come home after work I like to snack a lot.  But it’s important not to spoil your dinner.  Sometimes I eat dinner earlier than usual, and that spoils my snacks.  I want to be able to combine the two, but my stomach only has so much space.  They say we’re so supposed to eat six small meals a day.  That’s ridiculous.  Who has the time to do all that reheating?  Maybe Microwave Man.  But I just made him up.  Asking someone to eat six meals a day is like a kid asking you to tie his wet shoelaces.

Scott Hammon

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