I don't know why you're putting scare quotes around sausages
sausages are historically made from pretty heinous cuts of meat. If anything, a fancy hoity toity sausage is less of an "actual" sausages than something made from offcuts and filler
It might seem a bit classist, but the BAR-S package of 14 sausages for $4 fills with me some doubt on how sausage-like their sausages can be when compared to a package of five to six Hillshire sausages with spices & such in them for a much higher price point.
I just don't think you can use "Sausage-like" as a declaration of quality
sausages can be made out of anything! being cheap and shitty certainly doesn't make it not a sausage.
I know it's late night commericals but the middle toy looks like a blood clot filter
Which I got curious about and learned that someone messed up really bad and the company has poor quality control
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Lost Salientblink twiceif you'd like me to mercy kill youRegistered Userregular
Zonugal was this the same night you posted a picture of SIX HOT DOGS and a bunch of PBR? Because can I just say, I know this thread is a judgment-free zone, but uhh, the hot dog itself may not be the culprit here.
"Sandra has a good solid anti-murderer vibe. My skin felt very secure and sufficiently attached to my body when I met her. Also my organs." HAIL SATAN
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Zonugal(He/Him) The Holiday ArmadilloI'm Santa's representative for all the southern states. And Mexico!Registered Userregular
Zonugal was this the same night you posted a picture of SIX HOT DOGS and a bunch of PBR? Because can I just say, I know this thread is a judgment-free zone, but uhh, the hot dog itself may not be the culprit here.
Nah, I felt great after that night.
Those were Hillshire sausages which treat my body with tender love & care.
Zonugal was this the same night you posted a picture of SIX HOT DOGS and a bunch of PBR? Because can I just say, I know this thread is a judgment-free zone, but uhh, the hot dog itself may not be the culprit here.
Nah, I felt great after that night.
Those were Hillshire sausages which treat my body with tender love & care.
ALSO, YOU JUDGING MY LIFESTYLE!?!?!
No, the Mario Party rankings do that for us.
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Zonugal was this the same night you posted a picture of SIX HOT DOGS and a bunch of PBR? Because can I just say, I know this thread is a judgment-free zone, but uhh, the hot dog itself may not be the culprit here.
Nah, I felt great after that night.
Those were Hillshire sausages which treat my body with tender love & care.
Zonugal was this the same night you posted a picture of SIX HOT DOGS and a bunch of PBR? Because can I just say, I know this thread is a judgment-free zone, but uhh, the hot dog itself may not be the culprit here.
Nah, I felt great after that night.
Those were Hillshire sausages which treat my body with tender love & care.
I just buy a dedicated oven liner that I can lay on the bottom of the oven underneath the electric coil 24/7 and then replace in months/years once it's coated in enough crap that I can smell it burning whenever I preheat my oven
I had a housemate during college who liked to make calzones. Incidentally, we lived in a not-great neighborhood, and so left our bbq in the kitchen.
Anyway, Paul (the housemate) makes his calzone, but it's not sealed up real well, and is dripping cheese down onto the bottom of the hot oven. I yell at him for a quick second about it, but, unbeknownst to me, he doesn't put anything down.
So the house fills with smoke, it's disgusting, we have the windows open, I'm hollering at him about putting foil down, it's just an ordeal.
I got to my room, and a few minutes later, there's a real loud banging on the front door. I'm already pissed off, so I'm not in the mood to put up with some jackass salesman hammering our door. My attitude changed when I saw the crew of firemen in full dress on our front porch.
"Paulie! It's for you..." Paul sticks his head around the corner with a big smile on his face 'cause hey, he got a tasty calzone and now a visitor. I can still remember the smile just instantly melting.
Neighbor had called the FD 'cause they thought we were bar-be-queing in the kitchen.
Always put something down to catch melting cheese, and never keep your bbq in the kitchen. Thus endeth the lessons.
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When I was just a wee college freshman, I tried to make some Bagel Bites in my dorm room at around midnight (you see, when pizza is on a bagel, society's tyrannical insistence on "normal" meal times no longer apply.) I popped them in the microwave and set the timer for two and a half minutes, as instructed on the box, and then went back to playing Black & White.
I had inherited the family microwave from my parents when I went off to college, which was manufactured in the mid '80s by a company that no longer exists. It didn't have any power settings, just a timer knob. Apparently over the intervening 20 years, a number of health and safety regulations had altered the default power levels of consumer-grade microwaves. The instructions on the back of the Bagel Bites box were in no way calibrated for the experimental Soviet components inside my microwave oven.
Shortly after the two minute mark, I began to detect a distressing odor in my dorm room. When I looked through the lead mesh of the microwave door, I saw nine charcoal briquettes emitting a great deal of smoke and, if my memory serves, oddly-colored flames. At this point, the fire alarm went off.
And that's how I and every other occupant of my dorm building ended up standing in the parking lot in our pajamas at midnight on a cold December Saturday.
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UnbrokenEvaHIGH ON THE WIREBUT I WON'T TRIP ITRegistered Userregular
When I was just a wee college freshman, I tried to make some Bagel Bites in my dorm room at around midnight (you see, when pizza is on a bagel, society's tyrannical insistence on "normal" meal times no longer apply.) I popped them in the microwave and set the timer for two and a half minutes, as instructed on the box, and then went back to playing Black & White.
I had inherited the family microwave from my parents when I went off to college, which was manufactured in the mid '80s by a company that no longer exists. It didn't have any power settings, just a timer knob. Apparently over the intervening 20 years, a number of health and safety regulations had altered the default power levels of consumer-grade microwaves. The instructions on the back of the Bagel Bites box were in no way calibrated for the experimental Soviet components inside my microwave oven.
Shortly after the two minute mark, I began to detect a distressing odor in my dorm room. When I looked through the lead mesh of the microwave door, I saw nine charcoal briquettes emitting a great deal of smoke and, if my memory serves, oddly-colored flames. At this point, the fire alarm went off.
And that's how I and every other occupant of my dorm building ended up standing in the parking lot in our pajamas at midnight on a cold December Saturday.
I had a coworker who was microwaving a pizza pocket of some kind in the kitchen at work and they may have hit the 0 one or two times too many while inputting the time
Fast-forward to a strange burning smell on the sales floor, a coworker going in to investigate, shouting "holy fuck it's on fire" and running out the front door, while one of the technicians in the back walked in, hauled the microwave off the shelf, carried it (and its burning contents) out the back door and throwing it in the dumpster.
I put all my baked frozen bad foods on a baking sheet lined with parchment paper. Almost nothing sticks to parchment paper compared to foil when you want to lazily reheat frozen trash food in the oven.
When I was just a wee college freshman, I tried to make some Bagel Bites in my dorm room at around midnight (you see, when pizza is on a bagel, society's tyrannical insistence on "normal" meal times no longer apply.) I popped them in the microwave and set the timer for two and a half minutes, as instructed on the box, and then went back to playing Black & White.
I had inherited the family microwave from my parents when I went off to college, which was manufactured in the mid '80s by a company that no longer exists. It didn't have any power settings, just a timer knob. Apparently over the intervening 20 years, a number of health and safety regulations had altered the default power levels of consumer-grade microwaves. The instructions on the back of the Bagel Bites box were in no way calibrated for the experimental Soviet components inside my microwave oven.
Shortly after the two minute mark, I began to detect a distressing odor in my dorm room. When I looked through the lead mesh of the microwave door, I saw nine charcoal briquettes emitting a great deal of smoke and, if my memory serves, oddly-colored flames. At this point, the fire alarm went off.
And that's how I and every other occupant of my dorm building ended up standing in the parking lot in our pajamas at midnight on a cold December Saturday.
I had a coworker who was microwaving a pizza pocket of some kind in the kitchen at work and they may have hit the 0 one or two times too many while inputting the time
Fast-forward to a strange burning smell on the sales floor, a coworker going in to investigate, shouting "holy fuck it's on fire" and running out the front door, while one of the technicians in the back walked in, hauled the microwave off the shelf, carried it (and its burning contents) out the back door and throwing it in the dumpster.
I suspect I've already told this story too many times, but my sister managed to kill a microwave that was both 1) older than me and 2) had survived being dropped down a flight of stairs TWICE during moves, by misreading the instructions for warming up some tortillas for dinner by leaving out the decimal point in 1.5 minutes on "high"...
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MichaelLCIn what furnace was thy brain?ChicagoRegistered Userregular
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Target had bags of 24 Reeses Cups on sale after Valentine's. They're in the freezer and I don't think it's going to survive the weekend.
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I ZimbraWorst song, played on ugliest guitarRegistered Userregular
Target had bags of 24 Reeses Cups on sale after Valentine's. They're in the freezer and I don't think it's going to survive the weekend.
Oh no, I forgot cheap candy day this year!
My local Target got cleared out super fast this year, I checked it out after work on the 14th and the only worthwhile things left were these big Hershey's cupid things.
I ZimbraWorst song, played on ugliest guitarRegistered Userregular
It's a cheap candy day miracle! My Target was still pretty stocked so I got a Whitman's sampler, some heart-shaped York patties, and some mini cupcakes.
I don't know why I love cheap assorted chocolates so much, but I do.
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also I have found them to be extremely salty, with very little actual meat flavor
https://youtu.be/OzeDZtx3wUw
I know it's late night commericals but the middle toy looks like a blood clot filter
Which I got curious about and learned that someone messed up really bad and the company has poor quality control
"Sandra has a good solid anti-murderer vibe. My skin felt very secure and sufficiently attached to my body when I met her. Also my organs." HAIL SATAN
Nah, I felt great after that night.
Those were Hillshire sausages which treat my body with tender love & care.
ALSO, YOU JUDGING MY LIFESTYLE!?!?!
No, the Mario Party rankings do that for us.
https://youtu.be/sON0He2mTC8
Someone made something just for @Veldrin
This will be here until I receive an apology or Weedlordvegeta get any consequences for being a bully
gonna be a bad time cleaning that up
on the bottom of the oven?
don't do it.
for to catch the cheese and such as it melts off of ones pizzas and what not
cause screw cleaning an oven
Yo as someone that worked in appliance product safety, don't do this.
i have seen how you live
i will judge you
I usually just wrap the heating elements in kerosene-soaked cheesecloth.
Coincidentally, anyone know how to disable smoke alarms?!
People have tried to dry oil-soaked rags in a clothes dryer, without washing them first.
People are not the smartest.
Oh, just cover them with kerosene soaked rags.
Like the easiest answer is just there.
And also just give the bottom of the oven a quick wipe with a damp kitchen cloth every time after you use it. It takes 5 seconds.
if you're not sure how, Natalie Imbruglia will teach you:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VMbrlxTIVtI
Anyway, Paul (the housemate) makes his calzone, but it's not sealed up real well, and is dripping cheese down onto the bottom of the hot oven. I yell at him for a quick second about it, but, unbeknownst to me, he doesn't put anything down.
So the house fills with smoke, it's disgusting, we have the windows open, I'm hollering at him about putting foil down, it's just an ordeal.
I got to my room, and a few minutes later, there's a real loud banging on the front door. I'm already pissed off, so I'm not in the mood to put up with some jackass salesman hammering our door. My attitude changed when I saw the crew of firemen in full dress on our front porch.
"Paulie! It's for you..." Paul sticks his head around the corner with a big smile on his face 'cause hey, he got a tasty calzone and now a visitor. I can still remember the smile just instantly melting.
Neighbor had called the FD 'cause they thought we were bar-be-queing in the kitchen.
Always put something down to catch melting cheese, and never keep your bbq in the kitchen. Thus endeth the lessons.
I had inherited the family microwave from my parents when I went off to college, which was manufactured in the mid '80s by a company that no longer exists. It didn't have any power settings, just a timer knob. Apparently over the intervening 20 years, a number of health and safety regulations had altered the default power levels of consumer-grade microwaves. The instructions on the back of the Bagel Bites box were in no way calibrated for the experimental Soviet components inside my microwave oven.
Shortly after the two minute mark, I began to detect a distressing odor in my dorm room. When I looked through the lead mesh of the microwave door, I saw nine charcoal briquettes emitting a great deal of smoke and, if my memory serves, oddly-colored flames. At this point, the fire alarm went off.
And that's how I and every other occupant of my dorm building ended up standing in the parking lot in our pajamas at midnight on a cold December Saturday.
I had a coworker who was microwaving a pizza pocket of some kind in the kitchen at work and they may have hit the 0 one or two times too many while inputting the time
Fast-forward to a strange burning smell on the sales floor, a coworker going in to investigate, shouting "holy fuck it's on fire" and running out the front door, while one of the technicians in the back walked in, hauled the microwave off the shelf, carried it (and its burning contents) out the back door and throwing it in the dumpster.
Turns out trying to pan-fry one of those babies from frozen generates enough smoke to set off the smoke alarms in the corridor next to the kitchen
I suspect I've already told this story too many times, but my sister managed to kill a microwave that was both 1) older than me and 2) had survived being dropped down a flight of stairs TWICE during moves, by misreading the instructions for warming up some tortillas for dinner by leaving out the decimal point in 1.5 minutes on "high"...
Oh no, I forgot cheap candy day this year!
good news, friend. according to my calculations there will be three more discount candy days this year: easter, halloween, and christmas.
My local Target got cleared out super fast this year, I checked it out after work on the 14th and the only worthwhile things left were these big Hershey's cupid things.
I don't know why I love cheap assorted chocolates so much, but I do.