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Originally Posted by Hardknock
Are you serious or are you bullshittin'?  |
I was born in Arkansas (Pork Capital of the world) and mostly raised in the Chicago area (Beef center of the world). My grandmother lived on a farm, when my brother and I would visit my grandmother during simmer vacations as kids, she would butcher one of her hogs. Every morning we would go to the hen house get some eggs and have the best breakfast in the world. She smoked her own bacon, sliced it thick, and cooked it to perfection. Think about it - The smell, the fresh eggs, thick cut home smoked bacon, grits, waffles, fresh ice cold milk, every morning before going out and acting out the adventures of Huck Finn. Needless to say I have never had food as good as I had during those times - but to go from perfectly cooked thick cut home smoked bacon to "Bac-Os Bits"!?! And you think I'm kidding???
Oh-and my wife, she was born in Wisconsin, the cheese and dairy capital of the world (beer also). In-spite of the fact her dad is a Green Bay Packer fan, we have been really happily married while eating real meat, real cheese, real eggs, and using real sugar. I am 46 - I can bench 360 and run a sub-8 minute mile, I am big but not fat.
Perhaps you don't see the change significant, but I do. I am not saying I can't accept the change and I have admitted overreacting, but I bet if you shared something important about your life - I would wonder if you were serious.