The most important event to us is the Meat Week Special Sneak Preview of Pork Barrel BBQ on Wednesday night at Mango Mike’s in Alexandria. This is important to us because we walk by the future site of Pork Barrel BBQ at least twice a day and the agonizingly slow pace of the construction is driving us crazy. We want our damn BBQ, already!
Fishinnards is working Wednesday, but I’m hoping to lure meatblogger Samer Farha to the event, so hopefully we’ll have a report for you on Thursday.
Along the way, we actually had to test the theory that mayonnaise could sting your skin or eyes - the answer was a surprising no. Justin’s girlfriend also spent two days nonstop making approximately 2,000 slices of bacon. Her house smelled like the inside of a slaughterhouse - for 3 weeks.
The whole post is very funny, but if you’re the impatient type you can just skip to the video, which for some reason I find so hilarious that I’ve already posted it several other places.
Diners ordering the specials get a copy of Nancy Tringali Piho’s new book, My Two Year Old Eats Octopus. I haven’t looked at the book yet, but I thought it was kind of an interesting cross-marketing strategy. (The author is the principle at Nancy Tringali Associates, a marketing firm specializing in the food and beverage industry). I wonder what it’s like to represent the American Diabetes Association and the American Sugar Association?
Here, a fishstick pleads for, um, something, while being menaced by ketchup:
Eat Me Daily posts about this bizarre attempt to do something or another by the British Food Standards Agency and as a bonus embeds all of the videos in the post for your viewing (pleasure?).
Posted by Rebecca | Sunday, November 1, 2009 (11:29 am)
I’d tell you that we have no excuse for our absences, but that’s not strictly true. We all have excuses. Mine is that I’m lazy. Some of the other meatbloggers have better excuses, claiming they have real lives that apparently don’t revolve around the meatblog. (I know! Crazy!)
Eric recently developed an obsession with Chinese food - and in particular Chinese food in American culture - that has already necessitated a total rearrangement of our bookshelves and the annexing of several shelves of fiction to the downstairs bookcases in order to accommodate the influx of cookbooks, history tomes, and memoirs related to Chinese cuisine. There are chickenfeet in our freezer and we’re going to San Francisco this week so he can cavort around Chinatown. If anyone should be enthusiastically meatblogging, it should be him, don’t you think?
In the spirit of Halloween, I’ll share with you that there’s a package of chicken feet in our freezer that may actually be haunted by some fowl apparition - it periodically launches itself off the shelf and tries to crush my toes. I won’t be sad to see the chicken feet go away.
Living with a food scholar is dangerous business.
Back to the litany of pathetic non-excuses for why the meatblog has been silent -
Recently, JunglePete was scarred by pictures of brain cupcakes.
We heard that JunglePete is resting comfortably and should be back to his old self in no time. We also heard that he’s cheating on us by blogging for Audubon Guides. I bet they don’t let him blog about actually eating the subjects of his posts. We’d certainly let him blog about eating rattlesnakes. I’m just saying…
festivals, festivities
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