See! I’m not a criminal, just a tomcat!
Don’t we all just love a juicy scandal? Even though John Edwards didn’t technically commit a crime, you still kind of feel like the guy is a sociopathic, horny scumbag. I feel most sorry for his kids, especially the youngest one. Yeah, the media did have a bit of a field day with Edwards, and in a way rightfully so, but how many people cheat on their spouses in equally egregious fashion and never get caught? If the truth were to be told there are plenty of men (and women) out there harboring various paramours and breeding unplanned children. I know even though I shouldn’t follow scandals, sometimes I just can’t resist the temptation. I think humans are hardwired with an insatiable desire to stop and gawk at others’ mistakes and tragedies. Comedy is, after all, the flipside of tragedy. No wonder I enjoy watching shows like World’s Dumbest or Most Shocking. It feeds that primal desire to slow down and stare at the three car pileup in the opposite side of the freeway. Worse yet, for me, as far as car accidents on the freeway, is the morbid curiosity I have to determine how badly the cars are damaged.
I find it interesting how one person’s fine dining is another’s barf fest. In some places sheep heads are considered a delicacy .
One nice thing about the sheep head recipe is they provide the very handy information that one head serves two people, so I guess you’re supposed to bisect the head with a hacksaw or something before you serve it. Sort of like pigs’ feet. Yummy. I sort of hope cannibals don’t do head eating like this:
I find it hard to imagine that there’s much meat in either a sheep head or a human head.
However, most of us have (even if it be unwittingly) eaten meat that could once be found on the heads of animals. Chorizo (Mexican hot sausage) is made from hog jowls including the salivary glands- even so- I adore chorizo in my hot chili. Many old-time European sausages also contain some pretty gross stuff:
Blutwurst (the French call it Boudin Noir- “black sausage,” while the English call it blood pudding) has got to be one of the grossest sounding foods going, but it’s not terribly popular here in the States.
Head cheese Which is really much more gross than it sounds.
Not dairy cheese. Not even really made from heads. Just leftover bits and pieces congealed into this sort of gelatinous mystery meat mass.
Lamb Fries– made famous in the movie Funny Farm – that’s something I don’t plan on trying. Something about eating testicles-even if they’re just the leftovers from neutering sheep or pigs- is just plain wrong.
Not eggs. Not at all. Tasty testicles..mmm, mmm good!
There are times I wish I were one of those people who are easily grossed out. While it may be inconvenient to be an impulse puker, I have to be dehydrated-deathly-ill-time-to-go-to-the-ER sick before I can puke. I can discuss all sorts of macabre things over dinner and not bat an eyelash, I can cut up whole chickens or turkeys without flinching, and I have no problem cleaning and filleting fish. I’ve skinned and cleaned rabbits and squirrels too, no big deal. It may help that I have a very limited sense of smell and I had an extreme passion for ’80’s slasher flicks back in the day. I can’t see myself ever being a bulimic either. Very few things cause me to lose my appetite, which sort of sucks when you’re one of those people who has to dole out every sip, every bite, every carb, and count every calorie to prevent my ass from being the same size as the front end of my car.
I wish that I naturally had the appetite of someone like Calista Flockhart and could survive for weeks on Diet Rockstar and lettuce, but that is not my destiny. Better yet to be one of those lucky bastards that can eat like a feeder hog and not gain an ounce. I used to work with a guy like that. He was 6’2″ and about 80#- a walking freaking skeleton- who pounded down Big Macs, fries, chocolate shakes, greasy pizza, Bahama Mamas, chips, pastries, etc. you name it, all day long. For awhile I thought he might be a puker, but bulimia is uncommon among dudes and I don’t think he really liked being that skinny. So I asked him how he could eat like a Sumo wrestler all day, every day, and be that god-awful thin, to which he replied, “If I don’t eat like this, I lose weight.”
Bastard. I wish a plague of Richard Simmons on him.
It’s just not fair. I could run 20 miles a day, and eat nothing but lettuce and Diet Rockstar and probably would still have meaty arms and that nasty leftover skin flap from abdominal surgeries. I got the shit end of the stick in the metabolic lottery, just like almost everything else. But I did get straight teeth- somehow.