I used to do that as a kid all the time. I also used to drink straight apple cider vinegar, right out of the bottle. Oh, and my favorite snack was Lipton’s Cup of Soup. Without any water. I’d just eat it out of the little foil packet.
I think I had some sort of serious sodium defeciency going when I was a kid.
Of course they do. Are you serious? Did you honestly think nobody liked the taste of McDonald’s food?
I understand that it’s bad for you and processed and yucky and all that. But strictly talking about how it tastes? Yeah, it tastes good. It might not taste good if you go to a bad McDonald’s and they let the food sit under the heat lamp for a couple hours, but if you actually got a fresh Big Mac and some fresh fries, it’s pretty good. I happen to think the Big Mac, with the 1,000 island dressing style sauce, the dehydrated onions, the pickles, and the lettuce tastes exactly right. Some people don’t like that taste, which is why they have other sandwiches.
And their fries and hands-down the best tasting anywhere.
I think most people like the pickles. You just don’t hear from them because they don’t have anything to complain about.
My blood pressure would greatly appreciate it if I’d cut it out, but I’ll keep a jar of pickle, or olive, or Greek peperoncini juice in the fridge after I’ve used up the actual pickles, olives or peperoncinis. Every once in awhile I take the jar out and take a sip.
Every once in awhile I’ll take one of my really nice hand-made Japanese saki cups out and pour some lemon juice, a little water and a bit of salt in it. Then I sip it like an expensive liqueur.
Hey, so I’m weird.
I can see that. I guess because it was never part of my past, I don’t think of it as comfort food in the same way. I do agree there are times that only a cheeseburger will hit the mark, but that’s when I trip down to Five Guys for a bacon cheeseburger and some of their truly incredible Cajun fries.
When come back, bring pastrami.
I’ve never been to L.A. You have just given me a reason to visit there.
That pretty much describes why I eat at McDs: fast, cheap, and not offensive (bar pickle). I couldn’t say that I like the food there, but when in a rush heading from work to the ski hill, it is that or something from a gas bar microwave, so I go to McDs.
Anyone know what sort of pepper is used when making hot Italian sausage?
During the night of McD misery, I must have gripped the throne a bit too forcefully when gacking on my knees, for today I had to take a break from skiing to go into town to pick up a wax toilet gasket ring. While leaving Canadian Tire to head back to the hill, I purchased a hot Italian saussage from a nice old man who makes his own sausages.
Usually they are quite good, but today the sausage tried to do me in. I was about halfway trough it, when I bit into a large clump of powder that did its best to immolate my mouth (fortunately, I did not swallow this time) – I assume it was pepper of some sort. I pulled over at the water pumping station at the edge of town and drowned my sorrows. Unfortunately, I did not have a bucket, so I got an odd look from the truck that pulled in behind me to load up on water – I had my head upside down under the pump.
I had always throught that the expression “fast food kills” referred to the effects of fat. Given the last few days, I am finding that it is much more direct than that.
At least the skiing was good.
It’s usually red pepper flakes in there, so whatever pepper red pepper flakes are made from. Fennel seed is the other distinctive ingredient in Italian sausage.
FWIW, I have this exact reaction to even minute amounts of apple cider vinegar. I get terrible cramps and vomiting from it.
What’s weird is that I’m actually okay with apple cider. :dubious:
I am no fan of pickles on my McDonald’s burger either, but have accepted picking them off as the quickest way to get my food with a minimum of fuss. What burns me up is a big ol’ nasty pickle wedge dripping brine onto my fries in a basket-type meal at other restaurants - you never mess with another man’s fries, dammit! Few things sadder than a piping hot fry ruined by cold, watery, pungent pickle brine. I know I could request no pickle wedge, but most times I forget a restaurant serves them standard and have to sacrifice the top fries to the pickle demons. Pickles - gah!
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Daniel
Oh my gods, Daniel! How could you? :eek: 
Excuse me, I have to go hug my kids.
I like pickles.
My wife, mrsgnu, does not, very much so. She’s not against picking them off, but doesn’t think she should have to dissect her burger before eating it, especially if she ordered it that way.
I order Quarter Pounders (and double QP’s) without onions, if I see the little tag with a smiley face, I know it’s been prepared as I ordered. If I don’t, it’s usually because I forgot to tell them.
That made me cry.
That strip is quite obviously just as phony as all hell. It’s been Photoshopped together. I can’t believe anyone would believe this. Even the lettering is wrong.
The last strip, which I’ve seen, finished with the two on their sled and Calvin yelling, “Let’s go exploring!”
Pickles are like cats. They’re drawn to the people that hate them, and they ignore anyone who likes them. I go to Rudino’s about once a month with friends. I like pickles, and one of my friends hates pickles. Most of the time, I don’t get a pickle and he gets one. Pickles are fickle, and you should never trust them.
For everyone who hates pickles, you’re all wise. I have a friend who used to live in a town where lots of pickles were made, so she had many friends who made pickles. She refuses to eat pickles ever. Bad things happen in the pickle vats.
Well, the biggest clue that it’s phony is the text right above it:
Not just in the vats: old joke, NSFW.
Hey, I warned you. It makes me tear up, too. I’m a total softie, but misery loves company.
Daniel
Yesterday I had a pastrami sub at Quiznos. Not particularly good, but better than anything else in town (we have Italian and Finnish delis, but no Jewish deli). I asked for the sandwich to be made without pickle. It was made without pickle.
In celebration, I suppose I should race about on a motor . . . sicle off a cliff, but being in Kanukistan, I’ll have to do it on skis instead.
I’ll also have a chat with the skiing mom whose son is in Afghanistan – she has had a hard time holding up. Damn pickles.