When there was no foie gras, we ate barbecue. From a can.
How was it, you might ask? It's BBQ in a can--how do you think it was? Nasty as hell. It also had little bits of bone and hoof in it. We found a thumbtack in one can.
My white trash childhood menu started with two staples:
White (honky) bread
Ground beef by the metric fuckton. It took three of us to carry the massive meatlog to the car.
How was it, you might ask? It's BBQ in a can--how do you think it was? Nasty as hell. It also had little bits of bone and hoof in it. We found a thumbtack in one can.
My white trash childhood menu started with two staples:
White (honky) bread
Ground beef by the metric fuckton. It took three of us to carry the massive meatlog to the car.