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I had forgotten, I also tried a milk bone. But I didn't love it. (Ray -- are you kidding?) As for the Gravy Train, that really did taste like cardboard to me. At the time, I got angry with the manufacturers. I thought they'd made it look luscious and tasty so we humans would buy it for our dogs, all the while cynically figuring we'd never taste it ourselves, so we'd never know how flavorless it was for our poor pooches. But of course, I now assume that hounds have different palates from us humans, and the Milk Bone and other pooch products are geared to appeal to them.
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They look, smell and taste like dog vomit. (I'm assuming the taste part since I never ate dog vomit) Veggie burgers should be labeled as hazardous waste. I Listened to a Film Score Film scores sound like dogs screaming. (I'm assuming the screaming part since I never heard a dog scream.) Film scores should be labeled as hazardous sounds.
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Sep 1, 2016 - 10:52 AM
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manderley
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Chris -- Yes to the YECCCHHH! I can never thank you enough. It never occurred to me that I might not be the only kid in the world to take that particular taste test. I've tried various veggie burgers over the years but not found any I could really stay with for any length of time. Perhaps one day I'll try making up the "chickpea" recipe posted. All this discussion of veggie burgers and animal "vomit", reminded me of something I once saw on David Letterman's Show quite some years ago that surprised and touched me in a way I wasn't expecting. One of his guests was a man who was a "taster" for one of the cat food brands--- perhaps "Whiskas", that we buy for our cats. After all the discussion, and laughter, and audience "ewwwws" subsided, he brought out a number of different cans of different flavors. As each can was opened he first tasted a spoonful from the can, gave his opinion of the texture and flavor, and then Dave stuck his spoon in and tasted a bit. These may have been the "filets" or "shreds" styles of catfood rather than the pate styles because each seemed to have enough accompanying gravy to make it more palatable and juicy. They each chewed and swallowed and then gave their opinions. Dave seemed to be surprised that it was sometimes tasty and not horrible, and the company guy spoke of the quality and general safety for the animals. It was an entertaining and educational segment, but it sadly reminded me of those occasions in our own country when indigent little old ladies or men have passed away, and their families have come to clean out their homes and found many cans of cat food (or dog food) in the pantry where there were no animals in the household. The same is true for many who are living on the street. That really upset me and so now I try to regularly donate canned "people food" to food banks and food drives. But at least the show proved that this animal food was edible for desperate people, if not the most nourishing or cosmetically appealing, and maybe they could pick up at least one meal a day for around 50 cents if there were no other options. On a lighter note, our feline family has its own dining pleasures. Every day our 4 cats get 2 different flavors in four different bowls, rotated through about 12-16 flavors in 8 days. I've made up menu cards so I can remember which day it is so no one (including me) gets bored by seeing the same flavor served the next day. Each menu card has fashionable art from a different high-end restaurant around the world, with the menus of the country in the language of the country. So, when I excitedly read the card and tell the kitties of the day's menu, they think they are eating take-out from Spago, or Maxim's, or Tour D'Argent, or Delmonicos each meal! What a scam to perpetrate on the innocent little souls! One of the strange and unexplained things in all this "different menu" routine is that one of our cats mostly eats dry food, and doesn't like all of the "canned" flavors, just a few. But the mystery is that he ALWAYS turns up for canned food dinner on the days that I serve his favorites---and he does this BEFORE I take the can off the shelf and open it. So he can't be seeing or smelling what I'm serving in advance. He MUST be somehow counting down the days to his favorites each time and turning up at the bowls then. I can't figure it out.
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On yet another lighter note, do you remember the Honeymooners episode when Ralph thinks he's gonna get rich because some cat food makes him think he's discovered a brand new fish dish...? That's an amazing story about your finicky cat, Manderley.
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Clams -- now, that's something I'd REALLY hate to eat.
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