KFC Double Down has a daddy

Who’s your daddy, little Double Down?  The KFC Double Down Zinger King.  I’m not writing that again; let’s just call it “zinger.”  I won’t even capitalize it.  That’s how lazy I am, and I do enough email composition during the day that I feel requires me to use proper grammar, sp., caps, etc.  I’m at home now and this is leisure writing, bitches.  I’m getting off-topic, and for that, I apologize.

kfc korea

This mother is called, well never mind.  It’s the zinger.  I just introduced it a paragraph ago; my bad!  So apparently, KFC in Korea has introduced this death trap.  Although, unless they are planning on having a large number of Americans visit their country (I don’t even know if this is North or South…I’ll bet on South or we wouldn’t be hearing about it unless Kim Jong-Il’s son, whateverhisnameis, gave his approval.  And attached some nuclear weapon to it.) What was I saying; oh yes.  I can’t see South Koreans purchasing this and consuming it.  Now some Americans who aren’t on the fitness craze, like most of the midwest and southern states, yes.  Oooh, BURN!  jk.  But maybe relatively true.  Come on; admit it, southern friends.  How many neighbors do you know that eat well and exercise and TRY to stay healthy?  I know.  But this bastard is worse than the original double down, and that looked pretty artery-clogging to begin with, don’t you think?  I must confess that many many years ago, I did try a double down.  After bashing it in an older post on this very blog.  And it wasn’t nearly as gnarly as it looked.  It was considerable smaller and thinner.  But I must have also been damn hungry to want it.  And I was, and it was good, for the reals.  But I never ate one again.  It’s one of those ‘once in a lifetime’ kinda things that you just gotta do.  Not proud I did, or whatever, but hey, I went there.

I guess the bottom line is, why, I ask, did KFC decide to bump it up a notch?  And a KFC Korea at that?  I would love to know.  But probably never will.  And also, for the bottom line, I’d like to say that this sandwich exists.  Just for existing’s sake.



lemon sandwich

Apparently, there’s no one left in the UK to make a proper sandwich.  Fearmongering, indeed, as one tweeter put it.  This is a meh article regarding the outsourcing of sandwich-making at a British company, Greencore Group.  Apparently, execs from the company are flying to Hungary to find laborers to make their sandwiches.  I think they chose the country because they must have logically deduced that Hungary sounds very much like “hungry”…and feeding hungry consumers is their business…eh?  Eh?

drums joke

However, it is nice to see news of sandwiches prominently displayed.  Maybe not headline news but it didn’t take a lot of scrolling to see this bit in Mashable.  Wow, it’s been 4 years more or less since my last post.  Sorry friends.  I love you and I promise that you are not forgotten.  For the love of sandwiches, I am forever yours.  Ok I’m getting weird.  Will post more soon, fo’ sho’!

Happy Earth Day 2010

I’m feeling especially ‘Earthy’ today.  I even prepared this post more in advance than I would for a normal post!  Maybe this year will be more productive than the last.  Or maybe it’s my coffee.  Whatever the case, I have some great Earth Day finds to share…

What better way to conserve your resources and funds than to bring your lunch from home?  And while you’re at it, why not make it a sandwich?  Maybe even the ultimate in carbon footprint reduction: a pb&j, or even a pb and honey, sandwich.  The stats she lists are eye-opening.  That post was the basis for my lunch choice today.  So I, too, challenge you…whether you make it at home, or order it out…eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch.

Just a few of the many options for sandwich transportation include reusable bags.  I think it’s great…if I was to save all the bags I’d used over the past year, for my lunch, for the kids’ lunches…it’s kind of scary to think how much we’ve spent, how much we’ve thrown away. This blogger is having a giveaway on her crafty sister’s eco-friendly sandwich bags.  And this blogger’s Etsy store has 44 sandwich bags to choose from, and features a drawing for a free order.  And this little piggy went “weee wee weeee weeee”, all the way home.  jk.

Finally, I found another discount on Lunchskins sub and sandwich bags at this site.  Ok, I think that’s all for now.  Whatever you decide to do to make a difference on this Earth Day, enjoy it!

…was Dr. Evil’s answer to the question posed by Austin Powers: “Do you really expect them to pay?”  I can’t remember which one of the Powers series this was from.  I think that anyone will pay, and die (eventually, but just a little sooner than most) if they feast regularly on this new KFC sandwich (a.k.a.: the Double Down).  Scaa-ry!

It actually looks good.  But scary at the same time.  I think if no one was watching, and I could have someone order it for me, and deliver it to me, I might eat it.  Just once.  And half for now, half for later.  But buying that sandwich and eating in the KFC is like saying, “Look at me!  I’m a friggin’ animal!  I don’t want to live a long life!”  So maybe I have a double standard.  I just don’t know anymore.

I’m not even certain why KFC would want to market this evil thang.  I do know that there’s some humor in gawking at how monstrous this sandwich is.  Tee hee.

Good weekend, no doubt.  I filled my regular role as “voice-activated light stand” for my wife (herein known as “T”), who does wedding photography, this weekend.  We drove to the little town of Marlin, Texas.  We left right after sunset, back to Austin.  So, as we got started out of the parking lot, I connected the gps to the power charger, which decided not to work.  A little panic set in.  We stopped at a gas station on the edge of the town; a guy gave me pretty convincing directions that eventually led us to a 10-mile county road that ended on a dirt path to nothing.  Scaa-ry!  Maybe I could use my phone to check out google maps, right?  No.  T wouldn’t let me, as it was a creepy environment all around (literally like the middle of BFE), like someone could sneak up and do us harm if we were just sitting there, she says.  Grrr.  We had just recently finished watching the 2nd season of Dexter, so I guess I understood.

And she’s no good with her phone, citing directions via online maps.  “How do I know where FM 1847 is if I can’t see it!?  Just look at the map near Marlin and zoom in!”  I told her, but she doesn’t roll that way; not a ‘visual’ person like I am or something.  “Okay, so, worst case scenario, if we stay lost on these backroads forever, we’ll just sleep in the car on the side of the road until we can see what’s going on out there in the morning.”  Dumb thought, but I was starting to freak, and we were all mad with each other; we couldn’t agree on a strategy.

So one of the options we couldn’t agree on was to take the first county road we were on, and drive 20 more miles north to Waco, then go back the opposite direction once we find I35 to Austin.  So during that last ditch effort that she wasn’t happy about, she told me to pull over again at this tiny grocery stop and ask for directions again.  So these directions were golden.

Back on I35, heading south to home, then when we stop so T can go to the restroom, I find the “other” car charger for the gps.  GRRRR!  Of course I plug it in and wham-o; it powers on like nothing was ever wrong.  Fun.  I give T this look when she’s coming back to the car, like, ‘what the hell is this’, and she shares in my frustration.  But by then, it was a relief that we were already on our way to a comfy night at home.

The pics were worth it, though.  And there was this huge friggin rainbow before the reception was done, like I mean wide!  And bright.  T was able to get some shots.  I think it’s the largest rainbow I’ve ever seen.  It was hard not to point at it.  I’ve never known what that’s about, pointing at rainbows, but I don’t really want to incur the wrath of some leprechaun, either.

Oh, and the best part of the trip, by far: the barbecue that was sent home with us.  My god, man!  We made some sandwiches out of it, brisket and sausage halfies.  Wow.  This was good.  Seems like the smaller the town, the better the bbq, T said.  I think she’s on to something!

OMG.  A colleague just sent me this link.  It is enough to screw my New Year’s diet and live a short but happy life.  This has got to be the most beautiful display of sandwichery I’ve ever beheld.  Tell me if I’m wrong, and you know of better out on the internets, because hot-damn, these look good.

Not that I wouldn’t eat them, but seriously, I really do need to make some changes in my lifestyle…I learned of my high blood pressure situation like the day after Christmas.  And I’m actually sticking to my exercise and better diet!  I mean, what choice do I have, right.  Get healthy or die trying.  Like Yoda says, “Do or do not.  There is no try.”

And since I’m sitting still long enough to have actually logged in and created a new post in what, 2 months or something? I should say “Happy New Year” to you!  I hope you had a festive old time during your Christmahannukwaanzakah and have an excellent 2010.  May many a sandwich cross your path!

yo, check this s*!# out

as Schroeder would say in my favorite, most offensive Charlie Brown Christmas parody the world has ever seen (via youtube). Bad taste? Yes. Funny…yes please. But alas, I am off topic. I do want you to check this out though…a certain gentleman of the blogging variety has recently displayed his craftsmanship on none other than…yes – a killer sandwich. And the bread that binds it. If the sandwich wasn’t enough to drool over, the brioche is equally superior, made from sCRRratch. Like with the raw ingredients.

The photos are great, the construction sequence images are dreamy.  And the cheese is boss.  Anyhow, this is a MUST SEE.  This is art, my friend.  For the love of Pete (or peat, if you’re into moss), GO NOW!!!