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Please pardon my indelicate phrasing, but once we've dispesed with the gender based seperation of restroom facilities wouldn't the most logical division and labeling be "piss" and "shit"?

We all tend to do this, but it's too easy to stake out the moral high ground at someone else's expense. For all we know, the celebrity chefs might all donate their product endorsement money to charities?

Throw in Paul Sr from American Chopper with a Kitchen Themed Bike and you'll have a sure Emmy winner.

I watch what ever is on Food Network unless I have a good reason to change the channel. If I don't care for the show, or if it's a repeat, I'll mute the sound or just not pay attention. Remebering back just a few short years ago I'd have a hard time complaining too much about anything appearing on a network devoted to food shows. But, as Bob Dylan once said; "A lot of people ain't got no food on the table, but they gotta lotta forks and knives, and they gotta cut something?"

Think of it as Food Opera

Eating of pencils reminded me that every now and then I'll eat a toothpick, but I also recalled the time my friend Sootch managed to consume about a one foot piece of string. Sootch is quite a storyteller, so it would be best if you could hear him tell about it, but I'll try and relate his story the best I can. He had been nibbling and chewing on the length of string all day while working at his dad's gas station. By the end of the shift it was gone, but he didn't think anything of it. However, when he went to evacuate his large intestine the next day he felt something strange. He stood up and something hit him in the back of his thigh. Looking down between his legs he saw a piece of shit (literally in this case), hanging about 8" down on a string coming out of his rear end. His first thought was to pull it out, put even with just a light tug the pain was excructiating. Sootch hobbled over to the medicine cabinet, grabbed a pair of scissors, snipped the string off as near its upper terminus as possible, and finished his business. Apparently the next day everything else came out okay.

I've always eaten little pieces of paper. Usually it's just for neatness sake; like if I tear a check out of the book and a little extra edge comes with it, or open a box and a corner tears off. When there's nowhere within arms length available to properly dispose of the scrap I'll just eat it. There was one of those newspaper column doctors back into the 50-60's (Dr Brady?) who actually advocated eating paper. A great source of fibre I suppose, but I've seen the plants its made in and don't reccomend eating more than little scraps.

After reading the article be sure to click the link for pickle and ice cream scented soap! SB (really)

I always take a whole bean out of the bag to suck on while I grind and brew the coffee. If it's a variety I haven't tried before this gives me some idea as to how strong I want to make it. SB (expecting a package from Peet's tomorrow!)

A local euphemism for little kids, especially when they do something foolish, is "Paste Eaters". BTW, Gastronomica Magazine's Spring 2002 issue contained this article: Women Who Eat Dirt, by Susan Allport (Reviewed by Carolyn Tille on eG's Media Discussion Board) "Very fascinating article about dirt (specifically, various types of mud) which are digestible, usually eaten by pregnant women, in Nepal, Africa, India, Central America, and the American South. With a full-page, full-color photograph of A trader from Western Nigeria sorting bags of eko clay at the market in Uzalla, Nigeria, a half page, black-and-white frontispiece from B. Annell and S. Lagercrantz’ Geophagical Customs (Uppsala, Sweden, 1958) depicting a Brazilian slave with mouth lock, and a full-page, black-and-white photograph of edible clays at a market in Accra, Ghana."

Ugli Fruit! I was surprised to learn it wasn't pronounced "ugly".

We used to get MDA (the more powerful precursor of ecstacy) on Tums tablets. Now THAT could have been produced a real surprise effect! SB (your tummyache wouldn't matter for a while anyway)

The one variety of mushrooms that taste terrible. I agree with Busboy on this one. Once, in a particularly uninspired moment, we put some on a pizza, but I recall the results were disappointing in both the culinary and psychedelic aspects. We used to keep them frozen in the belief that would better maintain their potency, but it also made them somewhat easier to swallow. Otherwise, when thawed they quite resembled oysters in consistency. SB (doesn't really care for oysters anymore either)

What's wrong with that? Nothing. I just prefer opaque wannnabes to translucent ones.

NOW this thread is finally starting to go somewhere!

Really not true - Tommy pointed out correctly that it's all about the quantity. Yet another eGulleteer here with a not-so-shameful past. The brownies really, really work. I do recall trying to eat some in a PB&J sandwich once but the quantity was inadequate and the texture unpleasant. We were on our way to Buffalo to see Pink Floyd performing during the Dark Side of The Moon tour - the music made up for it. Then there was the Canadian guy in the row in front of us who had decided on impulse to eat all his downers when he thought the bus might get searched at the border. Screaming "Money.... play Money...." throughout the entire first set. Thank God they finally played money. I guess I should have added ".... unless consumed in such large quantities as to be not only an unpleasant eating experience, but arguably wasteful of the substance's mind altering effects, to say nothing of the damage done to foodstuffs which could be much more appreciated in their normal state after application of the smoke." For efficient delivery of the "benefits" of the marijuana plant: "Pot - Smoke It/Hash - Eat It" is a good rule of thumb.

The key is to wait until you're again capable of important tasks, like reading the little numbers on your folding money and looking at clerks and waiters without giggling hysterically or, worse, having them morph into talking zombies or thought police. Right you are! I can recall one particular instance. My friends Burke, QO and I, while in the process of succoming to the influence of psilocybin mushrooms, stopped by an opened all night supermarket to stock up on smokes for the impending journey. Once inside the store, which was fortunately nearly devoid of customers, the bright lights and shopping music combined to inspire us with nearly boundless mirth. We strolled down the aisles laughing uproariously at the assembled bounty of our Country's farms and industry. At the end of the aisle, where the store personnel could see us, we momentarily assumed the demeanor of ordinary shoppers before disappearing into the safety of the next avenue of psychedelic adventure. Completely shattering any aura of ordinary shopperness that even the most generous spectator might have accorded us, we approached the check out area with a two pound ingot of Velveeta cheese, four packs of cigarettes, and eyes that were all pupils. Luckily our friend Paul's wife was working that night, and she gratiously assisted us in completing our transaction and setting sent us on our merry way. And so it's told. SB (I ain't gonna kid you. This was really me)

The high induced by eating pot is mostly psychosomatic. It doesn't have a very good taste or texture, which makes eating a large quantity unpleasant, and the leisurely pace at which the desired compounds leach into the system via the stomach and intestine render the psychedelic effect negligible at best. For gastronomic consumption hashish is a much better choice. In powdered form it's easily added to baked goods. You might even contend that the flavor goes well with chocolate; hence the popularity of hash brownies. The slow absorbtion rate previously mentioned actually enhances the experience since hashish is a heavier, more contemplative kind of high if compared to marijuana's more giddy type of high. SB (or so I've been told)

I recall most marijuana smokers being virtually omnivorous. That the food fell readily to hand would have been the primary consideration. Extreme flavors and appeal to other senses would enhance the eating experience. Ice cream cones were always fun, and pizza was good except you had to remember to order it. Listening to crunchy snack food like pretzels and chips could be a real rush, and the visual appeal of an unwrapped two pound block of Velveeta cheese would throw the party into an extended fit of laughter. Even just watching a person eat plain Wonderbread out of the bag could be an entertaining experience, especially if it were accompanied by a Jimi Hendrix album playing very load on the stereo! In other words, satisfying the hunger(s) of pot smokers didn't take much special preparation. Now on the other hand, food that you could eat while under the influence of psychedelic drugs; there's a matter that required great care, if not deliberation. SB (at least, um, that's what I've been told.)

you said it!

Well, yes, Pepin. He did, after all, work for several years at Howard Johnson's, bringing their food quality up to snuff, rather than take a job at the White House. His memoir, The Apprentice, is a must-read. I just read "The Apprentice", which is why I would pay several hundred dollars to see Jacques Pepin live on stage. In his book Chef Pepin in modest concerning his own accomplishments, gives credit where credit is due, and, although it had to be pretty tough for somebody who's been in the food business as long as he has, pretty much adheres to the old adage, "If you can't find something good to say about somebody, don't say anything at all." Whether working for DeGaulle or HoJo, he takes pride in a job well done. Or, if you happen to be in New York City with a couple hundred extra bucks, you can always catch a Broadway show about a mess of naked guys jumping around? SB (no thanks)

Just another Micheal Moore wannabe.

And today is St. Sava's Day! St. Sava is considered to be the founder of Serbia. Here is a newspaper article from an 1898 San Francisco newspaper concerning the celebration. http://www.holy-trinity.org/history/1898/01.27.call.html It's interesting that they used a "v" instead of the "r" in Ser(v)ian? SB PS: Bozic, I printed out your Urmasica recipe and showed it to my Mother. She hadn't thought about it in years, but remembers that it was my (late) Aunt Nada's childhood favorite. THANX!

I've done a lot more foolish things with a couple of hundred bucks than spending it to see Jacques Pepin and Paige Price on stage. In fact, I'd be quite willing to spend double the amount to sit at the head table! (I'm thinking here of the "underdressed saloon girls ahoy".) SB (indeed, be VERY afraid)

You're right. Vincent and Mary Price appear to have had at least four food books, (with confusingly similar titles I might ad). This is the one I wished to refer to: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detai...=glance&s=books SB