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Meat. Itís whatís for cooking.*

Eat an Animal for Peta Day is only three days away. Iím going to make some posters tonight, maybe cook up a few photoshop delicacies and send them over to Meryl.

Some of you may think meat is murder. I think meat is meant to be eaten. Otherwise, why would cows be separated into such nice, easy-to-slice compartments? Itís almost like a fatty jigsaw puzzle ready to be baked, broiled or grilled.

I think this is a good time to roll out my hot dog poem.

i think that i shall never eat
a substance more devoid of meat
than the hot dog i ate last night
but damn, i did eat every bite.

and when i was done i ate another
so did my sister and my mother
i would have gone for three or four
if there had been any more.

hot dogs are the food of gods
despite the arteries they clog
in the oven, on the grill
floating in a watery swill

mustard (yellow), saurkraut
that's what summer's all about
pile them high upon the plates
don't talk to me about nitrates

no turkey, tofu, chicken filler
real meat hot dogs are what's killer
so please don't call me a big ol' meanie
when i won't share my all-beef weenie.

Share a meat poem. Do it for the children. Do it for all the cows and pigs and turkeys and chickens who want nothing more than to fulfill their destiny of becoming someoneís dinner. Do it for me.

Meat. Itís whatís for cooking.

*Not only did I have several glasses of wine at a birthday lunch today, but I forgot to take my Paxil this morning. You may not want to point out any typos as this could result in my either wanting to kiss you or kill you, depending on which side effect of which circumstance has taken control


9 1/2" of meat right here! Eat me!

If God didn't want us to eat cows He wouldn't have make them out of steak.

mmmm.... cow.

Didn't the term "hot dog" come about because the gubment wanted to stop using "frankfurter" during WWII (and that sauerkraut would have been "freedom cabbage")? I feel like you may have pointed that out recently, so pardon my lack of short term memory, but since you were talking about hot dogs....

Mmmmm. Beeeeeeefff.

At picnic, potluck,
Banquet, take a seat;
Our appetites are sharp,
Bring on the meat!

Veggies; while on the side
Make quite a treat,
They're plainly fodder
Real food doth eat.


irk, heard that on fox news this morning...

reminds me of the Varsity, the greasiest greatest fast food restaurant ever. If any over you are ever in Atlanta or Athens GA, make it a point to get a chili dawg with the works.

It don't matter what the meat is, long as it used to have a face.

"Don't eat meat," the veggies cried,
"'cause tofu feels so good inside."
but I ignored their yapping whine,
and chose a steak on which to dine.
"Bring it to me rare and red,
and serve it with some crusty bread."
The steak arrived, I cut it so,
across my plate the blood did flow.
I mopped up every bit I could,
and heaved a sigh. It was so good.

Did you get the long explanation from PETA about why they didn't believe their
"Holocaust on your plate" was offensive to holocaust survivors?

I can't believe how they care so much for the feelings of animals but turn a blind eye to cruelty against other human beings.

They are mentally ill.

Look at the food chain. Where are we? On the top, because our ancestors chewed their way up. What's behind us? Food. So easy. I wouldn't eat my cat, but if there were nothing else to feed my daughter - sorry for the cat and shoes from the fur.


Once upon a picnic dreary, as I grilled out, weak and weary, over many a patty of beef galore.

While the meat I prodded with careful flipping, suddenly the grill was tipping, as if an unseen force was gripping, pulling it toward the patio floor.

"Tis just the wind," I muttered, "Pushing the grill down to the floor--Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was Labor Day, early September, and each grease spattered ember, roasted the meat I stood before.

Eagerly I grasped a patty, dripping forth with juice that's fatty, the children yelled "We're hungry, Daddy, and we can't wait much any more."

For the tasty and hearty burgers I paid only five bucks for, the children couldn't wait much, they couldn't wait much, any more.

Okay, okay, I'll stop now. That's such a hard poem to make up verses for.

Whoops, I rhymed again. Didn't mean to.

Makes me want to see "A Boy and His Dog" again.

PETA is anti-human, just as the environmentalists are. They're both just taking slightly different routes to the same logical end. And generally the people promoting these movements hate themselves (if you've ever known a PETA person or environmentalist you know what I'm talking about); their self-hate is what makes all the other stuff possible.

If you look into some of the views of the people running PETA, you'll find that they say things like that an ant should have the same considerations that a baby should.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of roasts--and ribs--and sizzling steak--
Of sausage meat casings
And what is in this boiling pot--
And eating buffalo wings."

I thought it was "Nuke the Unborn Gay Whales for Christ." Let's get it right, people.

You may not have noticed this but since you gave me a login I've been sneaking in and correcting the occasional typo. Consider this... Guerrilla Blogging!

My favorite (Carolina BBQ) is to take an 18 pound bone-in, skin-on fresh (uncooked) ham and smoke it myself on the Weber with lots of hickory chunks using the indirect grilling method. It may take 6 hours, or mebbee up to 8, but when that bone falls out of the roast, omigosh!

My other favorite (Iowa BBQ) is an 1 1/2" thick porterhouse doused with Chef Paul Prudhomme's Rub and cooked for 6 to 8 minutes per side directly on HOT coals.

My other favorite (Missouri BBQ) are pork steaks grilled over charcoal for 25 minutes then soaked in Sweet Baby Ray's Sauce and grilled another 5 to 10. OOOOOH!

My other favorite is ...... You get the idea.

Come on down folks- the Weber is bound to be smokin' evin in January!

When I attended Georgia Tech in the 70's, we referred to ahot dog with just a yellow stripe down its back as a "Yankee Dog".
Should we chan ge the name to the "French Poodle"?


I didn't scratch and claw my way to the top of the food chain to be a freakin' vegetarian!

For those people who want something a little more exotic, here's a bit of advice from way back:

"Pen-goo-ins is practically chickens".