I don’t understand your question. You don’t use chickens as a measurement of file size?
Next you’ll tell me you don’t describe a gigachicken as a person!
edit: I would be remiss if I didn’t mention Egg, Inc.
I don’t understand your question. You don’t use chickens as a measurement of file size?
Next you’ll tell me you don’t describe a gigachicken as a person!
edit: I would be remiss if I didn’t mention Egg, Inc.
Oh, that’s fair enough. The reason I mentioned the rarity of the burgers is that they kept cooking in the barbecue sauce; if the host had cooked them to medium or more, they would have been unpleasantly well done after the crock pot. As is, I think cooking them fairly rarely ended up with a medium-ish, maybe a bit more, doneness. They were not rare at the point of consumption.
Your point about the sugariness is entirely valid. I don’t have a refined palate now and I certainly had less of one then, but I don’t remember the burgers being overly sugary, even though I have objected to the sugar level in barbecue sauces I’ve encountered in the past. Perhaps it was the brand of sauce. In fact, given the person cooking them, it might have been a homemade one (but I can’t guarantee that). The sauce was definitely not ketchup-like in nature.
You referenced a stew, which makes me think you are thinking of the patties being somewhat lacking in consistency; they were tender, but definitely intact enough to put on a bun and eat like a normal hamburger.
It’s also possible I’m misremembering the process (though I don’t think by much), as it has been quite a few years. I’ve reached out to said party host to see if they can offer further insight. If they can and do, I will elaborate.
Thank you for taking the time to respond to me about your reasoning. Also, I’ve just noticed your username and find it somewhat amusing in this context.
edit: I asked my wife what she thought about the idea (she wasn’t at the party) and she said “that’s basically a McRib.”
I drove home after the party, so I didn’t drink that night. What about it sounds so unappealing? It’s not a cooking process that would have occurred to me, but when they described it it sounded okay (and was pretty good, as mentioned). Disgust or horror wouldn’t have occurred to me even if I hadn’t tried them.
I wouldn’t say I was initially horrified, but I was surprised. It was worth trying for sure.
I once attended a party wherein the host cooked burgers pretty rare, then put them in a crock pot filled with barbecue sauce and set to low.
They were pretty tasty.
It’s bringing love! Don’t get it get away!
Is that both outgoing and incoming?
edit: diminished redundancy.
No worries. In many circles, Terry Pratchett is pretty esoteric. I’ll never judge someone for not getting a reference.
I know very little of gold, minerals in general, or metal, so we’re on the same page there.
I was making a reference to the Discworld series by Terry Pratchett. In it, the titular world is carried on the back of four elephants on the back of a turtle swimming through the cosmos. There used to be five elephants, but one fell off. The gravity of the world pulled it around in a circle and it crashed into the world, leaving the elephant’s innards embedded in the ground. Because the elephant supported one fifth of a whole world, its body parts, especially structural components, were not composed of normal organic materials; its bones were of iron and its nerves of gold. In the lore of Discworld, the dwarves essentially mine the body of the elephant for precious materials.
Discworld has complex lore and is a great read. Has nothing to do with the real world, of course; but if any of the above sounds appealing, I strongly suggest reading it.
edit: I apologize if I presented my original comment in a way that made it seem I was correcting you. I was just being nerdy.
We’ve all been there!
Better than over them, I suppose.
if we could manufacture gold (somehow)
What do you mean “somehow”? All you need is elephant nerves.
I thought this was a useless red circle situation.
It’s just the handle for the condiment basket.
A ban ban. How novel.
That’s a very creative name.
edit: To be clear, I was referring to the conglomerate name. I have no opinion on yours.
Most stores I go to have a “store” card that they scan when I say I don’t have one.
Do you have enough hard drive for it?