Pretty hungry, I’d say.
From the Chicago Tribune print edition.
http://www.chicago.tribune.com/news/printedition/article/0,2669,SAV-0101030266,FF.html
I would have to be your basic “starving to death on a desert island” hungry before I’d eat this.
OTOH, would it be fair to compare this to the Inuit treat of whale blubber known as muktak?
(Really trying very, very hard to be multi-cultural, here in white-bread-and-mayonnaise-sandwich Mid-America…
Well the chocolate would want to be bitter and the pork fat either crisp or really gooily gelatinous, but yeah I’d try it. I’ve eaten venison in chocolate sauce and that was fine. Pork scratchings are good, so the package sounds like it’s worth the small chance of heart failure.
There’s no effing way I would eat this. Ugh!! makes me retch just thinking about it…
Blech! Just the thought of that in my mouth is making my stomach protest. :: shudders :: Nasty!
I hate to burst y’all’s bubble, but until fairly recently, the center of an Oreo cookie was just lard (that’s right, pork fat) and sugar. I believe they’ve switched to vegetable shortening these days.
Care to re-think your opposition to lard confections? 
Well, as a vegetarian Jew, I’d have to be literally starving to death to eat this thing. That would be the only time it’s okay to eat pork (as a Jew, not a vegetarian). I don’t care what you say about the insides of Oreos, this is nasty.
Ummmmmm…pooooork faaaaat! Delicious.
I dunno. Does this mean like lard or cooked fat? I like fried fat from pork, though know enough not to eat much of it.
Now, if you are exploring the polar caps, on the way to the pole, it would be just the thing. I’ve read of explorers within the last several years doing this and eating frozen sticks of butter like candy bars to keep their calorie levels high because they burned them off so fast.
Mmmmmmm! Freezing your butt off at the North pole and munching on chocolate covered pork fat! It might taste better than a stick of frozen butter.
I must say though, when I was a kid, and even now, the crisp, golden brown strip of fat off of a fried pork chop, lightly salted, is delicious! Back then we saved bacon fat, chilled it in the refrigerator and spread it on rye bread, added mustard, a dash of salt and chowed down. Mmmmmm!
Not anymore though. (Darn researchers!) I’ll only eat a tiny piece of fried pork chop fat today, reluctantly giving the rest to the dog, who just loves it.
That sounds delicious, except for that nasty chocolate and sugar.
mmm…melted hog fat…
IIRC, Twinkie filling is whipped lard and sugar. I find Twinkies utterly unpalatable, but I would eat one if I were hungry enough. I would save the chocolate covered pork fat as my very last option.
::imagines cold, congealed lard plastered to the roof of mouth:: <ack!>
I think I’d prefer dying of hunger. If it was a pure soy bean fat covered in chocolate bar and I was a day hungry, I’d eat it.
I’d have to be just beyond the “eating my own leg” stage of castaway starvation. Hell, I can’t even eat f’chrissakes SPAM!
How is the fat prepared? Down here in Cajunland, one of the favs of the family is cracklins. Not the pork rind stuff that you get in the chip aisle, mind you.
When my Dad’s family would kill a pig, they’d separate the skin and first big thick layer of fat from the meat. Now take this layer of skin/fat (average about 2" thick), cut in into bite size pieces, and through of all in a big cast iron kettle over a fire. Cook it down. What you end up with is liquid hog lard (for future use) and cracklins (for immediate consumption.
Yummers!
A bit of a hijack
My grandfather would cut the fat off of his steak. Once he was done with the meat, he’d dip the fat in A-1 and eat it. Grossed me out, but he seemed to enjoy it. And it didn’t seem to hurt his health one bit. He’s 88, still gardens, mows his own yard, and could probably kick my ass.
If that is dessert, dare we even ask what was for the main course?
Gotta love pickles and vodka.
I read Adm. Ernest Shackleton’s miracle survival story SOUTH last winter, about his long Antarctic walkabout around 1914. Hell of a story; one of the most incredible survival tales ever. Shame most of the crew was killed in the trenches of Flanders when they got back.
At one point he does pause and mention that penguin blubber is a little nasty after a year or so, but they go right on killing and eating fat Emperor penguins and seals. Blubber ran lamps and men for a long time.
Most Ukranians that I’ve met (um, okay, two) don’t care much about health food; smell those nasty cigarattes sometime. Sounds like a great food to counteract your radioactive cabbage.
As for me, I’d be past the four-day I-dont-feel-the-hunger-but-walking-is-getting-difficult stage before I think I’d break out the lard supplements.
Oh, yeah, Shackleton’s crew never did eat their dogs. The finally shot the last dogs when food ran scarce enough that they couldn’t spare it, but they buried the corpses in the ice.
How does it taste? If it tastes good, I’d eat it. Hell, it couldn’t be any worse than pork rinds, which I enjoy occasionally.
Ye Gads!!
I don’t think I could eat that. I just have this image of a chunk of pork fat slowly oozing its way through my aorta.
I really think it would make my heart upset. I can just see it now…
::Scene: Me lying on couch an hour after ingesting bar.::
::Zoom to inside of body…::
::All is quiet, save for the beating of a heart…::
Ba-dump. Ba-dump. Ba-splork…
::Close up of heart::
Heart (To self): What the… Pork fat? He has got to be kidding me. This is not happening.
Heart (To me): Hey, What is this? Have you been eating pure pork fat?
Me: Uhh… no?
::Heart, emerges from chest, holding doughy aorta::
Heart: Then what’s this?
Me: Umm… Well about that. Uhhh, you see… err, it was strangely tempting, and it was covered in chocolate…
Heart: You know, lately you’ve been taking me for granted, and frankly I’m not sure I’m going to put up with it anymore. I mean, my god man, pork fat! What don’t you just mainline some butter while you’re at it? Jeez…
Me: Well, I was curious.
Heart: Oh, you were curious. Well that explains everything. And what, pray tell, were you going to tell me when this little guy (holding up aorta) burst like a weak balloon? I mean really, I can’t work in this kind of environment. In fact you know what? I’m outta here. I mean it.
Me: But don’t I need a heart to live? And besides, you’re a heart. What are you going to do?
Heart: Well I guess you should have thought about that before now huh? You can throw a lump of ground beef in there for all I care. And I can take care off myself thank you very much. I’ve been working on an off-Broadway musical starring Mickey Rooney. So thank you very much, it’s been a blast, but I have to go now.
Me: But… I really need you!
Heart: Nope, sorry, my mind’s made up.
::Lifts luggage, jumps to floor, exits stage left::
Me: Write if you get work…
[sub] Oh wow do I just post that? I really need to get to sleep…[/sub]
Yes, you did, and thank you. It’s not easy to get me to laugh at 5.30am. Very amusing, Corvus!