There’s some REEEEEALLY shaky science going on here.

I love how they forget to make a health claim about citrus. Just that it looks like boobs.

Grapefruits look like boobies.
Just sayin’.

Mushrooms look like genital warts.
Rubbing mushrooms on your balls feels great.

The cross section of a kiwi looks like a butthole.
Kiwis are easy to poop out.

Pot leaves look like fingers.
You roll joints with your hands.

Ipso facto. It’s all true*. Therefore evolution is wrong.
(*Except for that celery part. Celery has 51 milligrams of sodium per stalk, which is 2% of the RDA of 2400 milligrams. They also dropped the ball on kidney beans being good for the kidneys. Sure, it’s good for you, but the real benefit in kidney beans lies with the heart, blood, muscles, fat and digestive system. Also, the walnut, while it’s high levels of Omega-3 fatty acids to help with the brain, it’s major benefit lies with heart health and general cardiovascular well being. But hey, they can’t be expected to get it ALL right… or ANY of it right.)

Yeah, this was a real event, and I have the sense that the organizers didn’t have a clue how funny this, on a couple different levels. I don’t know if they’re having it again this year, but if they are, the entire Fist needs to go and take Pinky along.

Stink has an ability to cultivate a certain degree of “clinical detachment” when faced with disgusting things. But every now and then something breaks through my shell and fucking grosses me out in the worst way. One of these is a particular “turd picture” I encountered, which I have refrained from posting here because I find it so abominable. Another is Singaporean “pig liver soup,” via Foodie Paradise, which doesn’t gross me out quite so badly as the turd pic, but comes in a close second - close enough that I’m putting it on the other side of the more tag, here.

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The guy pictured below is a chef who cooks, eats, and serves offal in his restaurant, and blogs about it. In this gory photo-op he is showing off a pig’s head somebody dropped off at his restaurant as a gift, along with assorted internal organs. Happy as a clam, he was, to get that nice, fresh, severed head.

Whether his clientele know that he serves them pig’s head, I don’t know.  It would not be deceptive to simply call it “pork.”

The following page, “A Daily Obsession,” describes a dish sold in Malaysia called “Ho Yup Mei,” which is nothing less than the assorted entrails of a pig, stewed and served with hot mustard. In short: stewed offal awful.

The author describes the dish thusly:

The offal was presented quite decently in little plastic containers. There were pig’s ears (I had that, but I kept wondering if pigs have earwax…), pig’s heart, pig’s lungs (had that too, the best), pig’s intestines (had one piece of that), pig’s stomach (that too), spleen (yes) and liver, tongue… this dish MUST be eaten with hot mustard sauce. And lots of guts (pun totally intended).

So Bento is like a japanese TV dinner in that usually you get a few different items in one box. Here’s a bento site.

But This site has a big collection of bento boxes dressed up to look like famous album covers. No Tom Waits (or fat bellies to go with today’s apparent theme), but I did find these two fists.

By the way… I’m not talking about Filemaker’s Bento.

I run across some interesting stuff as I’m populating the GreatNorthwest calendars with events. Most recently, after reading Basia Bulat’s webpage (who will be opening for DeVotchKa at the Wild Buffalo  on May 1st), I surfed out to her ukulele player’s blog, which is entitled “Gas Station Gourmet.”  She keeps the blog as she’s touring with the band: buys regional junk food (or other curiosities, such as grape-flavored Swisher Sweets *hurk*), records where she bought it, photographs it, eats it (or smokes it) and reviews it.

To the right, for example, are “Red Velvet Cream Cakes,” purchased near Philly, which she likens to “two perfect, vacuum-sealed bloody stool samples.”

I wonder if these are among those comestibles that scare you to death the next morning when you look in the pot, making you think you’re hemorrhaging  internally? (like boiled beets)

A line from the Simpsons also comes to mind: where Krusty has to take a bite of a Krusty Burger for a commercial, after which he says, “Oh, God…I’m gonna be tastin’ that for days…”

Until his insatiable hunger for canine flesh was cured permanently, when the Mafia made him into Oscar Meyer Weiners and the American public ate him.*

*Stink’s pet theory on what became of Jimmy Hoffa.