Well, that was Callos of me...

[theoldwolf]

After enjoying Menudo so much the other night, I thought it was time to crack open a can of Callos for dinner.

All I can say is, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I don't know how calorically-laden this stuff is, but I suspect it's sheer arterial dynamite - so I only had half of a very small can for dinner. I'm saving the rest for tomorrow.

By the silken breast of Mogg's mother... I am one happy wolf tonight.

Comments

[secoh.livejournal.com]

too much pork for me, but I'd give it a go given the chance.

Your banquet blog is a great read! Have you tried Aquavit? I got a sample pack when I was in Sweden. Well, not quite true. Co-workers got given 3 sample packs and they lived in the work freezer for 6 months before they admitted defeat and gave them to me.

[ccdesan.livejournal.com]

Tragically (at least for Aquevit's sake) I'm teetotal. Otherwise I would have enjoyed the lutefisk even more... Don't know what I'll do when I get to Iceland and can finally sample hákarl... apparently the rules say you have to consume it with mass quantities of brennivin!

[coyoty.livejournal.com]

Maybe they mean you must be really drunk to try hákarl.

[ccdesan.livejournal.com]

I think you've nailed it...

[secoh.livejournal.com]

I actually dropped by to post exactly this...

Strangely enough I think you need to be supremely drunk to be able to consume Aquavit too. Whoever thought herring flavoured liquour was a good idea clearly spent far too long snowed in....

[ccdesan.livejournal.com]

If you've ever seen Bob Newhart's sketch on tobacco (http://www.monologues.co.uk/Bob_Newhart/Tobacco.htm), you can see how people's minds might be led to conjure up strange practices...

I mean, who was the first person that ever looked at a cow and said, "I think I'll drink whatever comes out when I squeeze those..."

[secoh.livejournal.com]

hah!
reminds me of The Goon Show.

Eccles:
[Sings] ...metal tril.. oh! [stops singing] Hello, shipmate of mine. Where are you a'goin' off?

Seagoon:
Nowhere. I think it's safer to stay in the ship until we reach Calais.

Eccles:
Yeah... Hey! You goin' to Calliss?

Seagoon:
Yes.

Eccles:
What a coincidence - that's where the ship's goin. Ain't you lucky! Everything's goin to be fine, fine, fine...

Seagoon:
Here! Have a gorilla.

Eccles:
Oh! Thanks.

Grams:
[Gorilla roaring]

Eccles:
Oww! Oww! Ooh! Oww! Hey! These gorillas are strong. Here! Have one of my monkeys - they're milder.

Seagoon:
And so for the rest of the voyage we sat quietly smoking our monkeys. At Calais I left the idiot singer. By sliding down the ship's rope (in French), I avoided detection and made for the Louvre. Late that night I checked into a French hotel. Next morning, I sat in my room eating my breakfast, when suddenly through the window a fork on the end of a long pole appeared. It tried to spear my kipper.

(etc etc)

http://www.thegoonshow.net/scripts_show.asp?title=s06e04_napoleons_piano