Monday, July 28, 2008

LOOKIE-LOU LUNCHMEAT:
A 100-WORD CULINARY COMMENTARY

Every so often, I like to survey the deli counter, looking for disturbing meats. Scary meats.

Headcheese, for instance. No cheese, but plenty of head, chunks floating in a sea of gelatinous goop. I wouldn’t eat it on a dare.

Or mortadella. Sounds like Morticia’s older sister. Looks like sliced cellulite. Ecch.

The most disturbing of all? Gotta be Olive Loaf.

The name’s bad enough, like something Popeye’s girlfriend might drop off at the pool. All those embedded olives, sliced in cross-section, staring out of the meat case like evil eyes? It’s the lunchmeat that looks at you.

Scary, man.

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