It’s The Worst! It’s The Best!
In another setting I came across the legendary battle between Pat’s and Geno’s cheesesteaks in South Philadelphia. I love cheesesteaks, but they’re gross as hell, just pure grease, starch, salt, cheap protein and goo.
What are some other grossout things that are huge fun for you? For example, were you a fan of people getting covered in Nickelodeon’s slime? This page says it was made from vanilla pudding, applesauce, oatmeal and green food coloring.
Back to food, I love raw oysters and clams when I can get them. And then when you’re done, you have a pile of shells you can play with.
And speaking of molluscs, I’m a fan of banana slugs. I remember fondly the couple of times I’ve encountered them in the wild. They grow over nine inches long and according to Wikipedia:
The mucus secreted by banana slugs contains chemicals that can numb the tongue of predators. This mucus can absorb up to 100 times its volume in water. Technically, this slime is neither liquid nor solid, but rather a liquid crystal substance. Slug slime bears a resemblance to human mucus, primarily composed of proteins known as mucins.
So share with us, Deadsplinterslimers, some grossout thing you enjoy. Maybe it’s chowing down on chili dogs outside the Tastee Freez, eating blood sausage or scrapple, wading into the muck when you go fishing, or cleaning out your dog’s ears. Maybe it’s scraping out the black crud from a clogged pipe, or successfully cleaning and relubing a bike chain.
Have you ever taken part in the legendary tomato fight in Spain where the streets turn red with goo?
Share with us your grossest fun thing. Time to get down and get dirty!
Okra. It’s gross and I will eat all of it.
I love it fried, but that tends to take all of the slime out of the picture.
You can have my portion. I make it for BH sometimes because his parents (born below the Mason-Dixon Line) used to make it for him, and they grew up during the Depression with absolutely no money and huge families, so okra it was!
I went to both Geno’s and Pat’s in Philadelphia and, hand to God, I could not detect any difference between their cheesesteaks. Because I am not stupid, I did not announce that to any other human being … until today.
I think once the beef gets chopped up on the grill and dosed with cheese it’s pretty much all the same unless it’s way overcooked.
herring?
pickled herring is even betterer…
sides from that….uhh…we dont have many gross outs over here…. cept horsemeat if that bothers you
is delicious and lean btw
I always wondered if horse was better than beef or if it was more forced rations.
tastewise its somewhere between bacon and ham
is nothing like beef
I love herring! What’s wrong with herring? Although I don’t chew on the whole fish, I chop it up and make a mustard-and-mayo salad out of it and serve it on crackers or, if I’ve planned ahead, Wasa crispbread. A little onion, a little tomato, a little something different from the ubiquitous nachos you used to find at every party.
Goddamn I love watching facebook videos of blackhead extractions. I can’t express how enjoyable I find it, for all that it’s definitely gross. Especially when it’s super zoomed in and you can see the empty pores.
my missus shares your opinion
i think you are both wierd
Instant gratification I guess? Immediate improvement to the skin.
eh…its omg thats so gross
show me more!
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youre basically disaster tourists…
Come to think of it, leech extractions are pretty cool in a disgusting way.
You are not alone. Dr. Pimple Popper got whole TV series after her YT videos went viral!
I should have video’d this for you.
Years ago (like 30 years ago) I had this weird lump over my right shoulder, near the shoulder blade. One day I went out with friends for lunch and after we were done I asked whoever was driving, “I’m sick of this lump. Here’s a hospital. Just drop me off and I’ll go to their emergency room.”
“Oh no, Mattie, I hope it’s not cancer!”
“Of the shoulder blade? No, of course not. It’s a cyst. I had another one removed last year.”
So I just waltzed into the ER, before the for-profit consolidation of all the New York hospitals turned our local health care system into something the Soviet bloc would have been embarrassed by. I was seen immediately by some resident and he said, “I’m going to give you a topical anesthetic. If you feel any pain, or anything at all, tell me or raise your right hand.”
So in he went. Digging and digging. Muttering and swearing under his breath. Finally he was done and packed the wound and gave me a ‘scrip for more packing. “I’m sorry this took so long. You had a large cyst but also a subdermal [pimple; a pimple below the skin; there’s a better medical term for pimple]—” and apparently they joined forces to make my, and his, life miserable.
The wound was so deep. And I couldn’t get to it, and the packing needed to be changed twice a day. So in the morning I would go to the corporate nurse, who was totally bored and probably welcomed the distraction. Then at night I would have to get extremely squeamish hypochondriac BH to do it for me. But we survived. That was the day he stopped sleeping with me [JUST KIDDING. He is still my Schnückipützi.]
Natto. Japanese fermented soybeans.
Tastes funky, smells funkier.
It is an acquired taste.
I keep meaning to track down natto. I know the texture has quite a reputation too.
It’s pretty slimy
This is the brand I usually eat. Usually found in the frozen food section of many Asian supermarkets.
It’s got quite a lot of probiotics which help in the digestion. Especially for those who are extremely lactose intolerant. Also plenty of manganese and Vitamin K. Some Calcium.
I used to like sea urchin, but we got a bad batch and my dad and I basically projectile vomited at the dinner table. Mom was so upset she didn’t buy sea urchin again.
If you ever go to Italy and get a hankering for sea urchins (you probably won’t, I guess) they’re called “ricci di mare.” They can’t get enough of them in Venice. Although the waters in and around Venice are so polluted…but on the other hand they eat so much seafood in Venice…this is one of those mysteries that make Italy so enchanting. Also their adoration of hours-long variety shows. Who isn’t up for a rendition of an Italian pop song (often with studio audience participation), followed by a quick stand-up routine by the host, followed by some game like you’d find on “The Price is Right.” The vita is dolce indeed in the bel paese.