I.C. posted:

I.C. posted:

Wanamingo posted:

It's pasta with vodka sauce

cash crab posted:

Vodka sauce owns but i looks like baby puke with blood in it

Fo3 posted:

Tacos tonight kids

I.C. posted:

Chard posted:

I don't care for metal and being a server in this place must be excruciating, but someone had a lot of fun writing that menu and that I will salute.

Wanamingo posted:

Even at its best it does sorta have that feel to it.

bunnyofdoom posted:

The one problem with vodka sauce is that the the vodka is used for the sauce and not to get me sauced.

Chard posted:

I don't care for metal and being a server in this place must be excruciating, but someone had a lot of fun writing that menu and that I will salute.

bunnyofdoom posted:

The one problem with vodka sauce is that the the vodka is used for the sauce and not to get me sauced.

hackbunny posted:

what, no


nope


no no no


not carbonara


nice try but not carbonara


not carbonara, either


definitely not carbonara


holy poo poo not carbonara


some kind of noodle soup? not carbonara


wrong


the wrongest


even wronger


stop


gently caress NO

DekeThornton posted:

Personally I always make carbonara the true original way, with powdered egg and canned military ration meat products.

Uhn posted:

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Pasta alla Carbonara was included in Elizabeth David's Italian Food, an English-language cookbook published in Great Britain in 1954. However, the dish is not present in Ada Boni's 1930 classic La Cucina Romana and is unrecorded before the Second World War. In 1950 it was described in the Italian newspaper "La Stampa" as a dish sought by the American officers after the allied liberation of Rome in 1944. It was first described after the war as a Roman dish, when many Italians were eating eggs and bacon supplied by troops from the United States.

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In a 2005 article from Il Golfo—a daily newspaper serving the Italian islands of Ischia and Procida—Annarita Cuomo asserted that sugo alla puttanesca was invented in the 1950s by Sandro Petti, co-owner of Rancio Fellone, a famous Ischian restaurant and nightspot. According to Cuomo, Petti's moment of inspiration came when—near closing one evening—Petti found a group of customers sitting at one of his tables. He was low on ingredients and so told them he didn't have enough to make them a meal. They complained that it was late and they were hungry. "Facci una puttanata qualsiasi," or "Make any kind of garbage," they insisted. As Petti had nothing more than four tomatoes, two olives and some capers—the basic ingredients for the sugo, “So I used them to make the sauce for the spaghetti,” Petti told Cuomo. Later, Petti included this dish on his menu as spaghetti alla puttanesca.

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Charles Domery (c. 1778 – after 1800), later also known as Charles Domerz, was a Polish soldier serving in the Prussian and French armies, noted for his unusually large appetite. Serving in the Prussian Army against France during the War of the First Coalition, he found that the rations of the Prussians were insufficient and deserted to the French Army in return for food. Although generally healthy, he was voraciously hungry during his time in the French service, and ate any available food. While stationed near Paris, he was recorded as having eaten 174 cats in a year, and although he disliked vegetables, he would eat 4 to 5 pounds (1.8 to 2.3 kg) of grass each day if he could not find other food. During service on the French ship Hoche, he attempted to eat the severed leg of a crew member hit by cannon fire, before other members of the crew wrestled it from him and threw it into the sea.

In February 1799, the Hoche was captured by British forces and the crew, including Domery, were interned in Liverpool. Domery shocked his captors with his voracious appetite, and despite being put on ten times the rations of other inmates remained ravenous, eating the prison cat, at least 20 rats which had come into his cell, and regularly eating the prison candles. Domery's case was brought to the attention of The Commissioners for taking Care of Sick and Wounded Seamen and for the Care and Treatment of Prisoners of War, who performed an experiment to test his eating capacity. Over the course of a day, Domery was fed a total of 16 pounds (7.3 kg) of raw cow's udder, raw beef and tallow candles and four bottles of porter, all of which he ate and drank without defecating, urinating, or vomiting at any point.

"In one year [Domery] devoured 174 cats (not their skins) dead or alive; and says, he had several severe conflicts of interest in the act of destroying them, by feeling the effects of their torments on his face and hands: sometimes he killed them before eating, but when very hungry, did not wait to perform this humane office."
- Testimony of M. Picard, who served with Domery throughout his service in the French Army and was interned with him in Liverpool

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Tarrare (c. 1772 – 1798), sometimes spelled Tarare, was a French showman and soldier, noted for his unusual eating habits. Able to eat vast amounts of meat, he was constantly hungry; his parents could not provide for him, and he was turned out of the family home as a teenager. He travelled France in the company of a band of thieves and prostitutes, before becoming the warm-up act to a travelling charlatan; he would swallow corks, stones, live animals and a whole basketful of apples. He then took this act to Paris where he worked as a street performer.

At the start of the War of the First Coalition Tarrare joined the French Revolutionary Army. With military rations unable to satisfy his large appetite, he would eat any available food from gutters and refuse heaps but his condition still deteriorated through hunger. Suffering from exhaustion, he was hospitalised and became the subject of a series of medical experiments to test his eating capacity, in which, among other things, he ate a meal intended for 15 people in a single sitting, ate live cats, snakes, lizards and puppies, and swallowed an eel whole without chewing. Despite his unusual diet, he was of normal size and appearance, and showed no signs of mental illness other than what was described as an apathetic temperament.

General Alexandre de Beauharnais decided to put Tarrare's abilities to use, and he was employed as a courier by the French army, with the intention that he would swallow documents, pass through enemy lines, and recover them from his stool once safely at his destination. Unfortunately for Tarrare, he could not speak German, and on his first mission was captured by Prussian forces, severely beaten and underwent a mock execution before being returned to French lines.

Chastened by this experience, he agreed to submit to any procedure that would cure his appetite, and was treated with laudanum, tobacco pills, wine vinegar and soft-boiled eggs. The procedures failed, and doctors could not keep him on a controlled diet; he would sneak out of the hospital to scavenge for offal in gutters, rubbish heaps and outside butchers' shops, and attempted to drink the blood of other patients in the hospital and to eat the corpses in the hospital morgue. After falling under suspicion of eating a toddler he was ejected from the hospital. He reappeared four years later in Versailles suffering from severe tuberculosis, and died shortly afterwards, following a lengthy bout of exudative diarrhoea.

twoday posted:

This thread needs some more history about people eating garbage:





Amazingly enough there was not just one guy like this, but two! At the same time! In nearly the same place!


Imagine having to use the toilet after this guy.

drrockso20 posted:

Wonder what sort of medical disorder leads to this, especially since it can't be completely mental in nature as neither of them were fat due to their diets

twoday posted:

This thread needs some more history about people eating garbage:





Amazingly enough there was not just one guy like this, but two! At the same time! In nearly the same place!


Imagine having to use the toilet after this guy.

hackbunny posted:

Let's talk carbonara. Carbonara has rules:

• spaghetti
  
• pork cheek bacon, diced, fried in its own fat
  
• a whole egg, beaten, mixed with grated pecorino cheese and cooked with the residual heat of the spaghetti
  
• ground black pepper
  

The minor sins of pork belly bacon or grated parmesan will be forgiven, but not forgotten

gently caress NO

Arivia posted:

This post made me want carbonara, so I made myself some of this. Mmm, delicious.

drrockso20 posted:

Wonder what sort of medical disorder leads to this, especially since it can't be completely mental in nature as neither of them were fat due to their diets

chitoryu12 posted:

Sadly, I did some Googling and it appears to be a fake. Which honestly disappointed me.

Aesop Poprock posted:

They probably didn't exist and it's likely that one of them was just based off of stories about the other, considering how close together the "cases" were

cash crab posted:

My landlord owns a convenience store and admitted she started buying it because she doesn't know what pasta sauce to buy and just sort of geared it towards what I was buying.

beato posted:

I made carbonara last weekend it was the first time and was great. I used 350g spaghetti, 50g butter, ground pepper, 3 eggs, 200g of pecorino, 100g of prosciutto, 100g of diced mushrooms.

No rules

Aesop Poprock posted:

They probably didn't exist and it's likely that one of them was just based off of stories about the other, considering how close together the "cases" were

AlbieQuirky posted:

People eat drywall and pencils, even when actual food is available.

Crow Jane posted:

I once bummed a cig to an old lady at a bus stop, then went back to staring at my iPod or whatever I did back then. After a few minutes went by, I realized I didn't smell any smoke, and glanced over at her only to see that she was eating it. Just chowin' down, like it was a carrot or something, only she had little flecks of tobacco on her lips. I decided to walk the rest of the way home rather than wait there any longer.

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Judge Taylor had one interesting habit. He permitted smoking in his courtroom but did not himself indulge: sometimes, if one was lucky, one had the privilege of watching him put a long dry cigar into his mouth and munch it slowly up. Bit by bit the dead cigar would disappear, to reappear some hours later as a flat slick mess, its essence extracted and mingling with Judge Taylor’s digestive juices. I once asked Atticus how Mrs. Taylor stood to kiss him, but Atticus said they didn’t kiss much.

GOTTA STAY FAI posted:

People also eat at Guy Fieri's restaurants, even when actual food is available

Mexican Deathgasm posted:

Posted on Facebook as "stew".