Disgusting food habits on a busy weekend.
Yeah, we were busier than hell. Tonight we closed early as tomorrow there is a planned power outage in town. So finally, a day off! So yours truly is going to Thunder Bay with Mom, to do some shopping, and generally relax. Finally A day off! I'm thrilled!
But I do have a rant for y'all...today a couple French guys come in for pizza...first off it pisses me off when I know that these people can speak English, and yet they still want to speak French to me (I can kinda understand what they say, but I don't like speaking French). Well, one guy has the nerve to ask for ketchup to put on his pizza! Yes..KETCHUP!! Okay, I did have ketchup on hand, but I told him no I didn't have any..then he gives a little smirk and says ,"No ketchup?" I tell him we don't sell fries and burgers, hence no need for ketchup. I had someone else one time (another French person) ask for butter to put on their pizza crust. Okay, at this point I really would've loved nothing more than to lose it on these people..I mean who in their right mind would take a pizza, especially our pizza, which everyone whose visited us even from far away as T-Bay, Sudbury, and Toronto says is the best pizza ever, and ruin it with something so base as KETCHUP????? Come on! Ketchup is for fries, burgers, wieners...usually to jazz up something bland and tasteless...not pizza! Oy! I could see a side of spicy hot sauce, hell, some tzatziki sauce is the best with our pizza, not fucking Ketchup! Now, don't get me wrong people,...I don't have it in for the French here, but Jeez...were these Quebecois born with no fucking tastebuds? Maybe the parents eat too much poutine, and somehow warps a persons DNA, born without the sense of taste, and apparantly, in this dude's case, born without that area of the brain that governs rational thought. Who the fuck can eat poutine on a daily basis but these people? I say they need to ban that crap everywhere outside of Quebec...for those of you who don't know what poutine is (god I hate that word...the first syllable sounds like it looks...POO) is fries topped with cheese curds and gravy...the whole thing is a bland, tasteless mess that sits like a stone in your belly for several hours, and if you eat enough of it, you end up with an ass that rivals the width of the state of Texas. That stuff is horrible, don't eat that shit! I ate it before in my teens but I was training for a huge martial arts tournament, and was actually needing to gain a few pounds to stay in my weight class. Disgusting messy slop that a pig would turn his snout up at. Anyways I was going on about the French...lets see...there are also some of these people who've never eaten a veggie other than a potato, and only when it was made in to that fucking POO-Tin. Won't eat a fucking salad or a fruit to save their soul....and yet they live. I hate making the All-meat pizza here the most cause it takes the longest to prepare, and the same bunch of people will order it...never any other fantastic pizza we got here cause (Horrors!) its got Veggies! I tell you all...eat the fuckin vegetables...they won't kill ya..in fact you might feel better, especially when it helps unblock your colon of the fuckin POOTEEEN you ingested 2 hours ago. Whew! Okay I feel better now! Blogger question time....whats one food you refuse to touch and why? Note...to be fair to the particular food, you need to have ingested it once..Don't say you won't touch it, cause you don't like it, and then tell me you never tried it...doesn't work for me. I guess you know what dish I won't touch....yeah you know. Anyhoo, tell me your gross food-you-won't-eat-again-ever-in-this-lifetime. Until then...keep Bloggin!

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LIVER... ewwww gross! I cannot and will not ever put that to my mouth again. Give me a bug anyday lol So glad to see a new post girl, we really need to catch up more often than we do... hugs.
One time when i was a boy, we were traveling from Tres Pierdras, New Mexico (three rocks) to out little home town of Llano de San Juan. Late at night we stopped at a little gas station to fill the tank and drain the body. Anyway, my aunt's friend bought some snacks for the nearly two hour drive we had ahead of us. Along the way, munching snacks in the dark and drinking warm coca-cola, I was handed a bag of what I thought was dried and salted shrimp. They were so good I nearly ate the whole bag, growling fiercely when someone wanted a few and then reluctantly relinquishing one or two of these little salty delights. Well despite my best efforts, I didn't eat the whole bag. The next morning after sleeping in from our late night trip, I hurriedly made my way out to the car to retrieve the remaining salted and dried shrimp I had hidden between the seats. Imagine my surprise when, in the full light if day I discovered that these were not dried shrimp I had so greedily consumed the night before but a local delicacy of dried and salted grasshoppers. I still feel a twinge in my stomach every time I see a grasshopper crawling around my yard. Do you really think I'd eat another one? Hell, I won't even eat dried shrimp anymore.
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