If you’re like me, you take a certain amount of satisfaction from eating processed meat from a can. This processed meat seemed to be largely grain filler.
This processed meat says that it was "slaughtered according to Islamic law."
More reassuring words have never been spoken.
More ice cream from the Korean mart. This mochi came with its own plastic prong to help you pick up the frozen sweet without getting the rice powder all over you. The rice-dough covering the ice cream was the most soft and flexible thing I’ve ever eaten.
I’m trying to think of a way to describe it that doesn’t use scrotum imagery, and it’s hard.
This had no English-language ingredient list, so I have no idea what it is. Maybe it’s squid jerky with barbecue sauce?
Breakfast at Juan in a Million on Caesar Chavez. This is the famous Don Juan breakfast taco, possibly the king of all breakfast tacos.
Does it seem disingenuous to call something a taco when the pile of filling completely obscures the tortilla on the bottom and has to be eaten with four additional tortillas?
A donut shop has opened along my way to work, making me one of the most fortunate souls in the world. Here’s the Highland Doughnuts version of a sausage kolache and a sausage croissant.
This stick of carny food belies a wonderful secret.
It’s a deep-fried Snickers bar!
Once fried, the bar transmogrified into a reservoir of molten chocolate and liquified nougat, with a small school of peanuts swimming within.
I had a culinary adventure last week while without my camera, so I’ve had to draw a picture. I was at the T&S Chinese Seafood shop on North Lamar, and I felt obligated to order the chicken feet.
Before the hot bowl of stewed feet arrived, I wondered aloud to my food frakking deputy, Julia, if they clean out under the toenails before cooking the chicken feet. The answer is no, they cut off the tips of the toes.
After stewing, everything about the feet plumps up. The weird scales that chickens have on their feet have gone spongey, and the bulk of the edible parts of the chicken feet, the cartilage and pads on the bottom have gone soft and delectable.
There appears to be no dainty way to eat these. Most of the meal was a process of discovery, figuring out what parts of the feet are edible and how to get at them. I found that if I picked up the chicken feet with my chopsticks, I could use my lips and incisors to nibble at the juicy bits. I particularly liked sucking between the toes.