There are olives, which have to be cured in lye before you can ingest them. LYE. Same as the lovely Norwegian treat, Lutefisk – whose name literally means “Lye Fish.” Oh yeah. I’m all over that for my kids’ lunches. Lye is the same stuff that is used to kill plants, power batteries, and make soap. Mmmm.
Then there’s cheese. Oh. My. Holy. Cow. The stuff is mold. Incubated mold. And if you’re really highbrow you can ratchet it up a notch to the lovely Bleu Cheese – a delicacy studded with velvety blue crevasses of penicillin. And don’t even get me started on the illegal Spanish cheese that comes infested with fly larvae. An indulgence. Of stomach-pumping proportions. And yeah. Illegal.
You’ve got your chitlin’s, pork rinds, pigs feet, and ash cakes from the American South. Oatmeal-stuffed sheep stomach from Scotland. Sausages made from curdled animal blood in England. And in the Middle East you can sit yourself down to a lovely bowl of sheep’s head soup. It can hold a conversation with you while you eat. So it serves two purposes, really.
I don’t even think so. I’m sticking to my good ole’ basic hot-dogs, thank you very much. With a whole lot of chili and a slap of sauerkraut on the side. Don’t bother me until I’ve washed it down with my cola. And keep all that other stuff far away from me.
You do know what hot dogs are made of, don't you?
Carrots.
Okay, yep. That's exactly right.