Wow, in my four years here on the forums something has finally happened that I truly never thought would.


I am somewhat shocked and dismayed.


I am beginning to question all of the truths in the universe.


I believe that the very laws of nature may be in jeopardy.


I am hesitant to reveal this breech in the universe, this tear in the very fabric of mankind.


I fear that once you know this fact your life may spin out of control.


What you though was wrong you now may consider to be right.


Light may become dark.


But I believe it is my duty my friends to speak the truth even if it destroys your faith in mankind. Even if it causes to you question your very existence.


Proceed with caution forum members.


Your innocence will be lost.


You will never be able to un-ring this bell.


If you decide to discover this revealing fact your life will be altered forever.


Proceed at your own risk.







We have finally discovered something that Ken cannot cook and eat....

Well, Jeff, I have to say that this had me concerned as I read it, but I have to do my part to reassure those who read it that the fabric of the universe remains intact, even if the digestive tracts of some of do not after trying some of Ken's "creative" recipes!

The reality is, Ken clearly has recipes for these things and has eaten them. So, your blanket statement that "there is something Ken cannot cook and eat" is not factually accurate. Note his actual comment - "No matter what I did to them, they were worse than disgusting."

Let's break down the sentence. "No matter what I did to them," I believe, clearly tells us that he engaged in various preparations of this challenging ingredient, cooking with varied techniques and ingredients. So he did, in fact, cook them.

Next, let's look at the last part of that sentence. "...they were worse than disgusting." How did Ken find that out? I suppose it's possible that he employed the services of taste testers, but knowing my friend as I do, I have to tell you that he is not of that ilk. Rather, Ken is a man made of obviously sterner stuff, and he will taste test anything, probably even roadkill tartar. No, I think that Ken actually did cook these things and eat them. He may not have liked them, but I think he ate them.

So, rest easy, friends. Ken has not yet actually been taken the the edge and then over it in culinary matters. No, he may not go there again, but I believe we can all rest easy, knowing the constants of time and space are intact, as is the saying so clearly invented with Ken in mind - "I'll try anything once!"

Great analysis Todd. Even I feel more assured at this point.

Dang Todd, I bet you still remember how to diagram a sentence.

Thank goodness, no, I don't! I remember something about a verb and a noun, but that's about it!

You were just practicing for an up and coming case, right?

I forgot what a verb was, so I looked it up, and this was one of the examples:

Theo's overworked computer exploded in a spray of sparks.
Theo's overworked computer = static object; exploded = verb.

Straight off the net, so it must be true

I was wondering what happened to Theo, now I know.

BTW, I have had fresh water clams out of Sand Creek down the road from where I grew up. And, the only thing I can think of a good use for them is stuffing a Bhut Jolokia Pepper, at least you wont have to worry about any slimy creek water aftertaste

Wow. I feel truly honored.

Jeff's comments -- what can I say? I'm speechless (keyboardless??)!

And, there is no higher honor than having a pro bono barrister's brevis on my behalf.

I'm truly humbled.

I feel extremely fortunate to have grown up in a dual-ethnic family, in a multi-ethnic community. It causes me to like nearly everyone I meet. It causes me to like nearly every food I taste.

I felt like the king of the world in the 1980s when I worked for a company with a majority of ethnics. Each second Wednesday of the month, we held an ethnic pot luck lunch in our main conference room. Korean chicken, Eskimo salmon, Indian pakoras, Greek lamb, etc.

I really value all my peculiar and off-beat friends with their many backgrounds and opinions. I absolutely love the diversity of life, food, thinking . . .

Just so you know, I don't sample all foods I'm offered. As a kid, I had no problem biting the head of the first smelts we caught each spring. I wasn't fond of blood sausage, but it was tradition before Thanksgiving. My dad's home-made cottage cheese and buttermilk were beyond my palate.

In my 60-some years of food sampling, there are thousands of wonderful tastes I crave, but my brain also has some serious scars.

Although I tried them a number of times, I've never been able to mentally accept baluts. The juice is OK. It is the immature feathers and beeks that I find a little difficult.

I found it rather unappetizing to pick maggots out of my appetizer tomato, with a crochet hook, in a very fancy restaurant in country that has supposedly been "civilized" for thousands of years.

Acorns taste like soap. Nothing makes them better.

I've never tried skunk. I've never tired haggis.

I'm always open to new recipes. I just want to know how everything is prepared.

Anyone want to join us for an epicurean delight in the near future in Southern PA?

I'm thinking appetizers of venison pastrami on rye crackers.

A second appetizer of sucker head soup, assuming we can catch some of those "white suckers!"

A main meal of deep-fried bullhead fillets and campfire cornbread.

Dessert of peaches or apples as fritters cooked in a Dutch oven.

Eat your heart out,
Good Eatn'
Ken

You're talking about Brettski right?

If the shoe fits . . .

...wear it

Damn I knew I shouldn't have taunted Bski, what the hell was I thinking.