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[littlefallsmets]

Where my brother works, he is sort of de-facto in charge of feeding the cats that live in the shrubs and bushes around their laboratory. There are... probably forty feral cats living in the area and... when he puts out food, it's like Dracula calling his bats to him or the Bird-Lady in Home Alone.

All "Come to me, my children of the night" and so on.

If there were a movie about that lab being bought out by a Texas oilman who believes there's oil beneath it, it would definitely involve a plot point where the cats attack the bad guys to buy the lab techs some time to pull off a Wacky Scheme.

[side_show]

I was sitting here, upstairs, and I heard the yowling.  I looked out and down to the deck below to see the most mangy of the mangy infested cats, sitting on a chair on my deck, just yowling into the air for no reason.  I popped the window open and dumped a glass of water on the cat from above, and off it went, but it's the same one I dumped water on a couple hours ago, so clearly this is not working.  My cats watched this with amusement.  They seem pleased.

[AugustWest]

If there were a movie about that lab being bought out by a Texas oilman who believes there's oil beneath it, it would definitely involve a plot point where the cats attack the bad guys to buy the lab techs some time to pull off a Wacky Scheme.

I think that happened to Dortmunder in a Donald Westlake novel...

[Nabubrush]

probably forty feral cats living in the air and

That would scare the fuck out of me.

[Turbo Ninja]

Reading through this thread made me remember that my dead Nana used to cook...SizzleLean ("Move over bacon, now there's something meatier!") for Sunday breakfast when my brother and I would spend the night at her house.  Oh, sure there were eggs and cereal and slow-cooked oatmeal and hell of dry toast with marmalade (which I ate because of Paddington Bear), but no breakfast was truly a Complete Breakfast until a few shriveled, dry "slices" of SizzleLean were on my plate.

It was like eating hot Slim-Jim brand beef jerkey.

I had repressed all of that until now. 

The me of 2007 would totally sign up my 1983 grandparents for Bacon of the Month.

[jaydub]

I never thought it would be possible, but I had TOO MUCH BACON the other night.  Some nights I basically am not interested in making dinner for the family, but its sort of my job since my wife believes her time is better spent getting an education and doing laundry - so on those nights it's quesadillas all round!

On occasion, I jazz them up with chopped sausage, pan-toasted deli-ham, or what have you.  It occurred to me that bacon would be delicious with cheese and pan-fried tortillas, so I cooked up a pack of bacon (and naturally, used the drippings for cooking the quesadillas as well).  As I made each person's quesadilla (which were gone in a flash) I'd help myself to the occasional piece of bacon.  Finally,  I cooked up my quesadilla (with all the remaining bacon) and took it to the couch to post on TOUAMB and catch an episode of CSI.  I got through about 3/4 of my dinner, when I realized that I couldn't eat any more.  Not that I was stuffed, mind you - just that I had probably exceeded my system's capacity for saturated fat.  The remaining quarter of crispy, chewy, cheesy bacon-stuffed deliciousness was too heavy to lift;  my mouth felt barely large enough to cram a pea into, and there was some sort of interior alarm going off - I suspect in my gall bladder - that any more pig fat consumption would result in DIRE CONSEQUENCES.

The dog was ecstatic about this decision, although somewhat disappointed in the size of the piece I broke off for her.  A dog would ignore future gastric upset for a moment's bacony bliss.  This is why they have people.

[wombat]

OMG. While admit I had both onion rings and ice cream in the same meal last night (I was celebrating quitting a job, and too not afraid of the fuck*ng police to exercise good judgment) I can't imagine eating bacon and cheese in the same dish. I think I would hesitate to eat them in the same day.

[Arachno-capitalist]

I can't imagine eating bacon and cheese in the same dish. I think I would hesitate to eat them in the same day.

seriously? youve never had fries covered in ranch dressing covered in cheese covered in bacon pieces? Its probably the best dining hall food one can make with a salad bar and a microwave.

[wombat]

I am going to use this as a diet technique: whenever I want something I shouldn't eat, I will think of A-CAP's fries to spoil my appetite.

[littlefallsmets]

Those fries sound like something only someone from the Buffalo area would eat.

People make fun of Canadians for putting vingear or mayo on their fries but... man.

Canadians make fun of people from Buffalo, in terms of what they put on fries.

"I AM FROM BUFFALO, EH? I AM COMPLETELY PUTTING PLUMS AND HOT SAUCE ON MY FRIES!"

"THAT IS A TOTAL COINCEDENCE! I AM FROM JAMESTOWN AND I AM PUTTING COFFEE GROUNDS AND COLE SLAW ON MY FRIES!"

"HOLY SHIT! I AM FROM ERIE AND THERE ARE CAPERS AND ORANGES AND BBQ-CHIPS ON MY FRIES! I WOULD'VE ADDED PANDA NIPPLES BUT I WAS FRESH OUT OF PANDA NIPPLES!"

[Nabubrush]

Damn. Just damn.

[Turbo Ninja]

"I AM FROM BUFFALO, EH? I AM COMPLETELY PUTTING PLUMS AND HOT SAUCE ON MY FRIES!"

I laughed so hard, a tiny can flew out my nose.

In semi-bacon-related news, I like to use peanut butter in place of mayo on BLTs.  It is sublime.

[Arachno-capitalist]

BACON rANCH FrIES PEOPLE! BACON rANCH FrIES!
 

Lets see what YOU come up with when stuck with shitty campus food for four years!

[Ruta Bagas]

I've only been stuck with dining-hall food for six months and I've already descended to broccoli with custard, so I'm not going to pass comment.

[wombat]

In semi-bacon-related news, I like to use peanut butter in place of mayo on BLTs.  It is sublime.

Bacon with peanut butter is good. But lettuce and tomato with peanut butter?