thedailywhat:

Behind The Scenes of the Day: Isabel B. from Toronto recently asked McDonald’s: “Why does your food look different in the advertising than what is in the store?”

The fast-food giant answered her question with this video from a commercial shoot.

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Regardless of your opinion of McD’s, this is interesting, not just because it shows how the differences occur, but that they’re quite happy to pull back the curtain like this.

Damn I’m hungry now.

Drunk Cooking

Oops.  Should pay closer attention next time.  At least I didn’t set the fire alarm off. My neighbours would’ve been pissed off if we’d had to evacuate.

There are way too many occasions where I’ve thought “At least I didn’t set the fire alarm off.”  This probably isn’t how most people move through life, is it?

(the nachos were pretty good, underneath that top layer of charcoal)

Krakauer, Or So They Would Have Me Believe

Delicious smoked cheese in a spicy pork sausage.  Do you understand?  DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

I had two of these today.  And a Bratwurst, because I ordered it by accident.  Boring story.

My aims for the Manchester German Christmas Market (which is, by the way, fucking incredible) were to have one of these sausages, have some mulled wine outside in the cold, and drink some German pilsner.

I did all of that shit, and had a couple more sausages, and bought a hat to protect me from the pissing rain that wasn’t on the weather forecast.  It is a beanie WITH DEERSTALKER EARFLAPS LIKE A BOSS.

The hat stinks like a wet dog right now.  I hope it survives a wash.

But either way, today was funtimes, powered by Only The Greatest Sausages On Earth.

thedailywhat:

Epic Meal of the Day: It’s feeding time once again round the ol’ EpicMealTime homestead. Today’s special: Diabetes à la mode.

Next Time: More food.

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Harley looks like he’s losing it. Awesome.  Also, RETURN OF CORNDOG GIRL!!!

I should probably not watch EpicMealTime.  Especially just before I go to the supermarket.  But GOD DAMN.  This is TOO AWESOME.

Also, Next-Level Christmas Crunk Manoeuvre.

thedailywhat:

Crazyass Japanese Thing of the Day: The Japanese sell a bluish-grayish “graveyard aged” peppered beef jerky snack called “Zombie Meat” because of course they do.

[pinktentacle.]

TOP OF THE FOOD CHAIN!!!!!

Spent a few hours this morning helping a mate move out of his flat and into his first house.  Very exciting.

I wisely prepared for this strenuous work by drinking lots and lots of beer last night.  Was a bit disappointed that there was nowhere for me to go dance, and I may have overcompensated with additional beers.

And a doner kebab.  Now, I know a lot of you reading this are from countries that don’t really know about this peculiar delicacy, particularly those of you in the US, so I think I should explain.  First, the brave hunter must catch the wild doner beast.  It looks like a three-foot cylinder of homogeneous mystery meat.  The doner beast is then skinned and a metal pole is rammed up its arse.  This is what it looks like while it’s cooking:

Yummy, no?  TBH this looks far far more appetising than any doner spit I’ve ever seen.

Doner meat is rich with life-giving saturated fats, and is wrapped in a pitta bread or similar (maybe a garlic naan if you’re lucky) along with chilli sauce that is always, without fail, too hot.  And salad is added on top.  And always discarded by the drunk eating it.  These bad boys weigh in, if done properly, at upwards of 1000 kCals and are precision-guided missiles when it comes to filling that hungry drunk spot in your belly.

If you are anything like me, having bought one you will then decide that what it really needs to complement it is yet another beer.

You will wake up the next morning, feeling terrible, releasing the most noxious farts you have ever smelled, and get up way too early to go and help your mate move.

Or maybe that last bit is just me.

Anyway, we got the move done fairly quickly.  I lifted many heavy boxes and pieces of furniture, and am now bear hench, innit.  And then H’s mum gave me half a dozen free-range eggs from their farm as a thankyou.  Paid in eggs.  I like this olde-timey barter economy thing.

Tonight I shall drink further beer and cock around making music as long as I can focus and coordinate my fingers.  This has been a good day.

There’s a light in the woods tonight.
Foxfires illuminate me as I put my suit on.
Eyes glowing in the moonlight.
I’ll walk among the lambs soon.

Teeth and steel,
Hand on the hilt.
Make me draw my blade,
Make me draw my blade.

The Wolf and The Sword.
An edge in the night.
Teeth bared.
I’ve got an anger!
The Wolf and The Sword.
An edge in the night.
Teeth bared.
I’ve got an anger!

Striding from the trees into your town.
Stepping in time to a beat you don’t hear.
The alpha male, stalking your little world.
Pray you’re not my prey today.

The Wolf and The Sword.
An edge in the night.
Teeth bared.
I’ve got an anger!
The Wolf and The Sword.
An edge in the night.
Teeth bared.
I’ve got an anger!

Heartbeats and drumbeats and blood in my veins.
Heartbeats and drumbeats and blood in my veins.
Heartbeats and drumbeats and blood in my veins.
Heartbeats and drumbeats and blood in my veins.

The Wolf and The Sword.
An edge in the night.
Teeth bared.
I’ve got an anger!
The Wolf and The Sword.
An edge in the night.
Teeth bared.
I’ve got an anger!

The Wolf and The Sword.
An edge in the night.
Teeth bared.
I’ve got an anger!
The Wolf and The Sword.
An edge in the night.
Teeth bared.
I’ve got an anger!