Post a picture of the perfect discomfort food.

For me, it has to be "Double Zout," a so-called "candy" that is popular in the Netherlands. They are little tablets of black licorice with tons of salt in them. It's like eating pieces of a tire. How on Earth anyone thinks they are "good" in any sense, I'll never understand.

Even worse, but I don't have a picture of it - my friend went to Mexico and came back with a bag of barbequed crickets. I refused to touch it or even get close to it. They had some orange powder all over them. He ate half the bag, then threw it all up an hour later.

I can't even look at 'em.

Though I rarely eat them because they are junk food and fattening. But I have always loved them.

First for everything, I guess!

I need to hang out in the lounge more. :ebvilgrin:

That's pretty good discomfort food...

it's all the sugar that makes my teeth hurt when I eat them. Same thing with candy corn. :hi:

I love the texture. I'm not even sure what they taste like; I think it's orange. Didn't they once make banana-flavored ones?

they taste like banana turkish taffy.

at Easter, too. They make my mouth hurt, though.

:(

Which is what they are. I love 'em!!

Major migraine trigger for me...

So, here it is

if I eat them raw. So I avoid onions at all costs.

i used to love these but they hate me, i taste them for days--not good.

Why anyone would voluntarily eat a fungus, I will never know.

Only certain kinds, though. The white ones you pictured are the best IMO.

sorry. I'm not really, but I am a fun guy.

with the exception of fruit, poundcake, or the mini-pack of smokes in the brown plastic utensils/condiments bag:





I ate more of this crap between the ages of 17-20 than I care to recall...

:puke: :hurts:

I ate so much of that crap that has almost become a "comfort food" in its own twisted way. Pork, sliced, with juices... :puke"

And it doesn't help that we ate them cold most of the time...

Those round "chocolate with nuts" wafers tasted pretty good if you scooped the canned peanut butter with 'em.

And the canned Pound Cake was good, especially if you had "peaches, sliced" to go with it.


:D

I deployed to Fort Stewart, Georgia, for an exercise in 1982. We left this guy named Dean Haupt in the 124th MI Battalion parking lot in a jeep with a KY-8 (it's a voice scrambler for your radio) and an unopened case of C-rations while we went inside to try to arrange for fuel supply through their motor pool. The people we were supporting down there decided they didn't have to provide any kind of logistical support for the MI assets attached to them. 'Course, they didn't decide this until we'd already gotten three states away from our own fuel point. Let's just say the 2nd Brigade commander found out why one of the things people called our boss was "Mad Jack."

An hour and a half later, we went back outside to find Dean had eaten the entire case of C-rations and was lookin' REAL hard at the KY-8.

Classic Army story... old Dean must have been plenty hungry or just stark staring insane.

There's actually a reason for that: Dean was a neglected child. When he was growing up his parents were out of town most of the time and they only gave him $100/month for food money, and when it was gone so was the food until the 1st of next month. Dean grew up in New York City--even in the 1970s one person couldn't buy food in NYC for a month on a hundred dollars. So if Dean and food were left alone for any length of time, Dean would eat.

We knew this before we went into that battalion headquarters, but even in our wildest dreams we never imagined 140-pound Dean could eat a whole case of C-rations in an hour. A case of C's contains twelve complete meals--enough for one feeding of a rifle squad, or to feed one troop breakfast, lunch and dinner for four days straight.

That is damn bizarre... poor guy must have had the mother of all flatulence after that episode!

Um... you say this was an intelligence unit he was in? :scared: :rofl:

This guy was kinda lacking in that.

Example: The road between Clarksville, TN, and Hopkinsville, KY, is called Fort Campbell Boulevard--the six major gates onto post all open onto it. The part between Fort Campbell's Gate Four (the main gate onto post) and the city limits of Clarksville is one of the ten busiest roads in the state of Tennessee. This fucking guy bought a...I guess you'd call it a scooter; it was shaped more like a moped than a motor scooter, but it didn't have pedals...and rode it down Fort Campbell Boulevard at all hours of the day and night. With a passenger aboard most of the time!

I've eaten my fair share of C-rats.

My mom will sit there and eat a whole head raw, I can't even stand to smell it raw, let alone cooked.

As Margaret Cho would say in her routine about her dad trying to get her to eat certain things.

I love broccoli. Unfortunately, my body doesn't. The last time I succumbed to temptation, I was up all night feeling like I'd been punched in the stomach.

From now on, you can have my share for me.

:D

:rofl:



http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2004/06/12/13RASPUTIN_A,0.jpg

that landed you at a site featuring Rasputin's penis. :wow:

:D

yesterday, on Discovery Times, I was watching a special about John Dillinger.

I did a web search, as I was interested in finding out the truth about his supposed plastic surgery.

There were references to Dillinger having a huge wang, and that J. Edgar Hoover kept it in a jar in his desk. The rumor started because of this pic of Dillinger lying on the slab in the morgue:



That story is a lie, BTW. However, that site led me to other sites about men with huge wangs.

And, viola!!! Here we have Rasputin's monstrous member.

:hi:

That's pretty impressive, but nothing compared to the lowly barnacle.

http://www.microscopy-uk.org.uk/mag/indexmag.html?http://www.microscopy-uk.org.uk/mag/artjan99/barnac.html

:puke:

:puke: It's tomato jello with other assorted crap in it.

http://re3.mm-a7.yimg.com/image/368296913

Guaranteed to cause some SERIOUS discomfort. Oy vey.

sure, slices of it in a chile, cheese, or sandwich will fuck your world up. But Habanero sauces don't do a think to my ass, but do make things really tasty

I usually love spicy peppers, but habaneros are a whole 'nother ballgame for me. ;)

It can't be a good seller, it's all but non-existent in the North East, but it's sooo yummy. It's got the unique habanero flavor and I could coat my Stouffer's pizza with it.

Sooo nummy, and it's not outrageously hot like Dave's Insanity sauce.

I had mistakenly thought that all habanero sauces would be that hot. If there's one out there that actually has discernible flavor, I'm definitely going to give it a try. Thanks for the tip! :hi:

Post a thread asking for recommendations, you'll get dozens. Lots of hot sauce fans around these parts

Mine: squid prepared in its own ink, sometimes w/squid ink pasta. :puke:

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A food with a product designed specifically to deal with the "discomfort" level:

favorite sweet. Altough dubbel zout is not my favorite but a dubbel zout once in a while is very tasty.
These are my favs:

They weren't sweet, chewy prunes, they were shriveled, tiny prunes with the texture of stone, coated in so much salt as to make the tongue pucker. Even if one COULD chew these things, I'm not sure why one would want to.

But I've heard.

Peacemaker and Buddhist icon Thich Naht Hanh, in his book "The Path of Emancipation", amidst the teachings of the Buddha, goes off on the stench of the Durian and how he can't stand it. Such things can drive even monks into bouts of serious aversion.

And it doesn't taste much better than it smells.

That dude will eat almost anything but when he ate durian it totally grossed him out.
:puke: I watch his show with a sense of horror. I have no idea how he can eat all of that stuff.

you could smell it even though it was in the other room, in two bags and in the fridge.

I once made a milkshake out the entire fruit, but since my wife didn't like it, I drank the whole thing. I looked it up and saw that it came out to something like 5,000 calories.

...so you probably wouldn't like salt licorice ice cream. :shrug:

Cheers




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...I do not know how people eat that stuff....:puke:

I'll spare you and not post a pic of the actual food, but instead the tincan - enough to send any South Pacific Returned Peace Corps Volunteer into fits. This is NOT your St. Patrick's Day corned beef. This is what's left when all the better parts of the cow are gone. And I've never seen the 'gold label' stuff before so I can't speak for it:

and, unfortunately, any raw veg :(

you all live dangerously, CTFU! your "candy" sounds disgusting, i won't even mention the crickets! :eyes: have you ever watched that guy on the travel channel? he ingests many dubious objects!

:rofl:

once you've tried it. And has anyone run a test to find out how drunk one must manditorily be, prior to having the idea that it might be neat to try out that much-discussed liquor?

How can a company survive with no repeat business?

Those salty licorice things are terrible though.

More than a clove sends me into back pains. I hurt and hurt, then blow the house down.

Of course, my PA Dutch husband loves the stuff. I can't even be in the same room when it is being heated in a skillet! :puke:





Braunschweiger is a close second:

It looks like something the monster from Alien would barf up... or give birth to.

Not my idea of a comfort food.

For sheer gut-roiling, you can't beat British cooking.
The Scots also invented the deep fried pizza:



Excuse me. I need to go take some Maalox now...

Hoo boy. Even if it weren't, you know, brains, :puke: that'd give me second thoughts.

Aside: That implies that brains (at least pork brains) are composed largely of cholesterol. Could there be a link between all the low-cholesterol diets out there and the general dumbing down of America, as witnessed by the rise of Bush**, the Paris Hilton obsession, etc., etc.? :tinfoilhat:

edit: caps. Time for some more cholesterol, I guess.

The recipe suggests you cook them with eggs and butter.

Around these here parts we call that the "Triple Bypass"

You've been warned...



This is readily available for sale within three blocks of my comfy cubicle. :puke: