Why I Hate Fat People, By Ben Parrish.
Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2004 9:22 pm
Let us take a quick cruise down Kings Highway, here in Myrtle Beach, and check out the popular local restaurants!
"Jimmy's Calabash"
"Bob's Double-Fried BBQ"
"Freddy's Deep-Fried House of Fried Dough Balls Stuffed With French Fries"
"Hooters"
This is an entire city based on the culinary technique of heating up a big ol' VAT of oil to 365 degrees, and then dropping everything -- fish, beef, pork, ice cream cones, small pets, the mayor -- into it, and sloppin' it up on a big ol' PLATE, garnished with hush puppies (fried bread) and fries (fried potatoes).
I checked out the local yellow pages to see where I could maybe get a little more "adventurous" meal, something with a little ethnic flair (other than George Walleye's Big Ol' Chinese 'n' Mexican Buffay 'n' Burgers).
There is precisely one (1) Indian restaurant in the entire city. One. And that's not quite the exhaustive list of choices which I'm particularly thrilled about the concept of exposing myself to. Fortunately, there is also one (1) book store, so I kicked it on over there, checked out the cooking section, and used my time-tested technique of finding a decent recipe, and trying to remember it so I wouldn't have to buy the book. Normally this results in me remembering about 80% of it, and then making up the rest of it using a random number generator.
Today's choice would be the all-time most famous gringo-ized Indian dish: Tandoori chicken! (Naturally, I'd be using the oven in my kitchenette, since Affordable Suites of Myrtle Beach neglected to include tandoor ovens in the suites.)
For this recipe, you essentially need about three things: Chicken, a fuckload of spices (for a spice mixture called "garam masala"), and plain yogurt.
Stop 1: Kroger's (about a 4 on a 0-10 scale of class, re: grocery stores). Got some ginger. Got a lemon. Got some sparkling water and cranberry juice (not for the recipe, but because -- ACK! -- I don't drink anymore.) Before I got the chicken, though, I checked out the spices on offer. Well, they had about 1/3 of what I was going to need, and those they had were priced ridiculously, so I said "skroo this", bought the ginger, lemon, and beverages, and headed out.
Stop 2: Food Lion (about a .3 on the same 0-10). Checked out the spices, which offered the same paltry selection, but at slightly lower prices. Well, at that point I gave up on trying to make my own garam masala, and noticed that the "high class" spice line offers a pre-made garam masala in a jar, so I said, fuck it, gimme. Then I went by to pick up the chicken. Again, about $1 cheaper than Kroger's. Good to go.
Then it was time to pick up the yogurt.
I made my way to the dairy aisle. Long rows of milk. Shelves of sour cream and cottage cheese. And there we were, a grand display of yogurts of all different varieties and faggy sounding names, all trying to hard-sell me with their fruity, healthy goodness.
But I just needed some plain yogurt. And in a larger size than those little single-serving cups. Hmm. Where...
Ah, there we are! A nice big container of Plain Nonfat Yog-
Whoa, hold up. Nonfat yogurt? Well, I don't believe in doing things halfway, when I do them, so this was not going to work. Lemme just hunt around on the same shelf. Nonfat. Nonfat... Non...fat...
No regular ol' plain yogurt??
I guess I'd have to just go with the smaller size cups and pick up a few of 'em. Yoplait, no... Dannon Smootherz... Poofy McSuckme's Swirlz of White Goo... No. Ah, there we are... little cups of:
Food Lion-brand Plain Yogurt... and then just to the side, in a little blue star: "LOWFAT!"
No. I don't WANT low fat. I don't WANT non fat. I want PLAIN MOTHERFUCKING YOGURT!!! THERE IS NO PLAIN YOGURT IN THIS ENTIRE GARGANTUAN STORE!!111
And then I looked around. And I saw giant, rumbling masses of humanity all around me. Rotund, jiggling, wheezing, hunched over human beach balls in every aisle. Dale and Betty Bodine and their five humungous kids, Dale, Jeff, Jeff, Dale, and Jeff, rolling around the freezer section, and the snack section, and the poultry section, and the drink section, and every goddamn place they went, shelves and shelves lined with LOW FAT THIS and NON FAT THIS, and LOW CARB THAT, and EAT AS MUCH OF THIS FUCKING SHIT YOU WANT AND YOU WON'T GAIN AN OUNCE, YOU DISGUSTING MACRO-TURD, JUST KEEP GIVING US YOUR FAT-ASS MONEY THAT.
This is why I hate fat people.
Because they're too stupid to realize that thousands of business are making billions of dollars keeping them fat, and they just keep on sucking it up, and blimping out, and in the end, making it so I have to go BACK to the first goddamn giant supermarket I went to to get a fucking container of PLAIN YOGURT made from PLAIN MILK.
.
And, the chicken was excellent, thanks for asking.
"Jimmy's Calabash"
"Bob's Double-Fried BBQ"
"Freddy's Deep-Fried House of Fried Dough Balls Stuffed With French Fries"
"Hooters"
This is an entire city based on the culinary technique of heating up a big ol' VAT of oil to 365 degrees, and then dropping everything -- fish, beef, pork, ice cream cones, small pets, the mayor -- into it, and sloppin' it up on a big ol' PLATE, garnished with hush puppies (fried bread) and fries (fried potatoes).
I checked out the local yellow pages to see where I could maybe get a little more "adventurous" meal, something with a little ethnic flair (other than George Walleye's Big Ol' Chinese 'n' Mexican Buffay 'n' Burgers).
There is precisely one (1) Indian restaurant in the entire city. One. And that's not quite the exhaustive list of choices which I'm particularly thrilled about the concept of exposing myself to. Fortunately, there is also one (1) book store, so I kicked it on over there, checked out the cooking section, and used my time-tested technique of finding a decent recipe, and trying to remember it so I wouldn't have to buy the book. Normally this results in me remembering about 80% of it, and then making up the rest of it using a random number generator.
Today's choice would be the all-time most famous gringo-ized Indian dish: Tandoori chicken! (Naturally, I'd be using the oven in my kitchenette, since Affordable Suites of Myrtle Beach neglected to include tandoor ovens in the suites.)
For this recipe, you essentially need about three things: Chicken, a fuckload of spices (for a spice mixture called "garam masala"), and plain yogurt.
Stop 1: Kroger's (about a 4 on a 0-10 scale of class, re: grocery stores). Got some ginger. Got a lemon. Got some sparkling water and cranberry juice (not for the recipe, but because -- ACK! -- I don't drink anymore.) Before I got the chicken, though, I checked out the spices on offer. Well, they had about 1/3 of what I was going to need, and those they had were priced ridiculously, so I said "skroo this", bought the ginger, lemon, and beverages, and headed out.
Stop 2: Food Lion (about a .3 on the same 0-10). Checked out the spices, which offered the same paltry selection, but at slightly lower prices. Well, at that point I gave up on trying to make my own garam masala, and noticed that the "high class" spice line offers a pre-made garam masala in a jar, so I said, fuck it, gimme. Then I went by to pick up the chicken. Again, about $1 cheaper than Kroger's. Good to go.
Then it was time to pick up the yogurt.
I made my way to the dairy aisle. Long rows of milk. Shelves of sour cream and cottage cheese. And there we were, a grand display of yogurts of all different varieties and faggy sounding names, all trying to hard-sell me with their fruity, healthy goodness.
But I just needed some plain yogurt. And in a larger size than those little single-serving cups. Hmm. Where...
Ah, there we are! A nice big container of Plain Nonfat Yog-
Whoa, hold up. Nonfat yogurt? Well, I don't believe in doing things halfway, when I do them, so this was not going to work. Lemme just hunt around on the same shelf. Nonfat. Nonfat... Non...fat...
No regular ol' plain yogurt??
I guess I'd have to just go with the smaller size cups and pick up a few of 'em. Yoplait, no... Dannon Smootherz... Poofy McSuckme's Swirlz of White Goo... No. Ah, there we are... little cups of:
Food Lion-brand Plain Yogurt... and then just to the side, in a little blue star: "LOWFAT!"
No. I don't WANT low fat. I don't WANT non fat. I want PLAIN MOTHERFUCKING YOGURT!!! THERE IS NO PLAIN YOGURT IN THIS ENTIRE GARGANTUAN STORE!!111
And then I looked around. And I saw giant, rumbling masses of humanity all around me. Rotund, jiggling, wheezing, hunched over human beach balls in every aisle. Dale and Betty Bodine and their five humungous kids, Dale, Jeff, Jeff, Dale, and Jeff, rolling around the freezer section, and the snack section, and the poultry section, and the drink section, and every goddamn place they went, shelves and shelves lined with LOW FAT THIS and NON FAT THIS, and LOW CARB THAT, and EAT AS MUCH OF THIS FUCKING SHIT YOU WANT AND YOU WON'T GAIN AN OUNCE, YOU DISGUSTING MACRO-TURD, JUST KEEP GIVING US YOUR FAT-ASS MONEY THAT.
This is why I hate fat people.
Because they're too stupid to realize that thousands of business are making billions of dollars keeping them fat, and they just keep on sucking it up, and blimping out, and in the end, making it so I have to go BACK to the first goddamn giant supermarket I went to to get a fucking container of PLAIN YOGURT made from PLAIN MILK.
.
And, the chicken was excellent, thanks for asking.