Steve, Don't Eat It! Vol. 2: Pickled Pork Rinds

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Steve, Don't Eat It! Vol. 2

 

 

Pickled Pork Rinds

 

While perusing the " Good Lord, NOOOO! " aisle of the supermarket, I

came across the atrocity known as Dolores Brand Pickled Pork Rinds.

These are not the crunchy pork rinds you'll often see over by the

chips. These are their grosser, soggier, potentially botulism-ier cousins.

 

The label says " Ready to Eat. " They left off " By Dumb-Asses. "

 

There is also a red starburst proudly proclaiming " Nuevo Envase de

Vidrio Reusable " . Not knowing much Spanish, I could only assume that

meant " Oh Crap -- A Jar of Skin! "

 

I was wrong. It means: " New Reusable Glass Container " which I think is

their subtle way of saying you can also use the jar to puke in.

 

Okay. I'm going to go consume. If I don't make it back to finish this

review, tell my wife I love her. And not to eat the pork rinds.

 

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I'm back. First off, I would like to say to Dolores, I am sorry. I

don't know what it is I did to you, but you have gotten me back and

we're even.

 

I knew I was in trouble as soon as I opened the jar, and heard no

reassuring vacuum seal. I must admit that made me nervous, but what

are the odds of a dusty jar of warm pig skin going bad, right?

 

Lifting the lid revealed a weird sour smell, something akin to mild

vinegar and stale meat. I almost want to say it was like a freshly

douched pork chop. But I won't. Why? Because I'm a fucking gentleman.

 

As I attempted to fish out a " good one, " I couldn't help notice the

alarming skin texture. For all those times I wondered what it would be

like to gnaw on my grandmother's thigh, I was about to find out.

 

Taking a bite, I quickly realized the swatch of fat wasn't chewy at

all. In fact, it was eerily soft, not unlike my own swatches of fat.

This was a blessing because less chewing meant less actual contact

with my mouth. I think it's fair to say it was everything you'd expect

from a sliver of briney fat. It was also the only time in my life my

brain formed the sentence: " I have a mouth full of cellulite. "

 

While I cannot endorse the eating of Pickled Pork Rinds, I do endorse

playing with it like a puzzle. I did have some fun trying to put the

pig back together, but eventually that got boring as I lost the will

to live.

 

I have a feeling Dolores and I are not done. As long as she continues

to market such treats as Pickled Pork Lips and the bewildering Chili

Brick, I have no doubt she and I will do battle again.

 

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