What Kind of Food are You?

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What Kind of Food Are You?

Getting Drunk on Bar-B-Q sauce

A store in Britain refuses to sell barbecue sauce that contained a small amount of alcohol to a 25 year old customer because she can't prove her age. They even refused to sell it to her 27 year old brother in law who could prove his age because they believed he would just give the bottle to her:

Tesco refuses to sell BBQ sauce to woman without ID

I am guessing that you will have to down a couple of Costco sized bottles of this stuff before you can get a buzz off of it. I love barbecue sauce, but I don't know anyone who loves it that much to down bulk sized bottles of it.

Now that is talent

Bananas are the world's most popular fruit. However, they may be on the road to extinction:

Why bananas are a parable for our times

Oh no, no more bananas? Does that mean that we can't have any move fun with this fruit like in this video on how to properly peel a banana?

Smell and the City (Part I)

Ever been super hungry? You’re on amber alert for anything resembling food. The nose is on autopilot picking up scents from a block away. The rest of your body naturally follows suit. Your neck cranes awkwardly and your pace quickens as you make your way to the aromatic source. Ah, the oh-so-yummy is only metres away.

Well, what really bothers me is when that source of the oh-so-yummy, isn’t really all that yummy. So, into a crowded place you walk. Your nose perks up, and like a bloodhound tracking down a fugitive, you seek out the odour. To your disappointment, however, there is no food. Your disappointment quickly turns into confusion, and even quicker, the confusion into a “WTF!” For you know, you know damn right, that the odour can be only one other thing – yes - the delicious B.O.

The delicious B.O. is really not, in fact, delicious. It is beyond Beyond-B.O. In my experience the delicious B.O. usually comes from a little man - perhaps a little man in a tank top and a moustache. For the little man does not know any better as he emanates odours of tortilla chips, parmesan cheese and the deadliest of all, my favourite, butter chicken.

Light headed from hunger, I can only feel disgust and shame. To be fair, it’s not just disgust at the little man, but mostly disgust with myself. How can I be fooled yet again?

Beating myself up, I recall the emanation yet again, “It’s delicious…but it’s revolting…but it’s delicious”. So for all you little emanating men out there, do me a favour. Shave that moustache, I can’t stand the thought of food and hair!