In this week's Shallow Thought Wednesday post, John Lindner considers life as an outlaw. If he does time, maybe somebody will bring him a cake with a baked-in file. LV
So, bacon and cheesecake are the culinary equivalent of heroin and cocaine. And that’s a bad thing?
All this time I thought I was going to taverns, they’re really drug rehab clinics. The Cheesecake Factory is a methadone treatment center but you have to pay for the fix.
New meaning for BATF: Bacon Additives Transfats Fried food.
The question that occurs to me is this, since I’m not tempted to indulge in heroin and cocaine, what foods would I be willing to break the law to eat?
Bacon cheeseburgers would be one.
Almost any pasta with almost any cream sauce.
I could see dying in a shoot-out with the Steak Police.
Maybe someday I’ll be busted for shipping Gruyere across state lines in boxes of wine.
As much as I enjoy the controversy of eating foie gras, I don’t think I’d risk doing time for liver.
But I think I could look at five to seven in minimum security on a fries and ketchup violation.
“What ya in for?”
Gives a whole new meaning to getting caught with egg on your face.
Warning: listing the food crimes you’d be willing to commit may constitute conspiracy. I’m just saying.
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