tlacenka: proof god exists
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for those of you who took part in the shamefully exploitative campiness of the "atheists eating babies" thread, you might recall my monologue about a traditional slovak hog-killing and the making of jaternica: intestines filled with cooked blood, ground internal organs, rice, and blackened onions--absolutely heavenly!
but allow me to expound upon the mystical wonders of tlacenka.
tlacenka is basically cooked pieces of quality organ meat (liver, stomach, heart, lungs, etc.) along with cubes of fat, that have been quickly cooked together in liquified fat and poured into long plastic bags that are then tied off. the bags are left in the cold garage or shed all night, until the liquified fat congeals, suspending all that lovely organ meat and solid fat in a translucent jelly. the resulting loaf is sliced and eaten cold with bread, vinegar, and raw white onions (the stronger the better). it's hog-killing time again and we've more or less finished, so i've just enjoyed the first of this year's tlacenka. ladies and gentleman, i am currently communing with the infinite!
"I have never felt comfortable around people who talk about their feelings for Jesus, or any other deity for that matter, because they are usually none too bright. . . . Or maybe 'stupid' is a better way of saying it; but I have never seen much point in getting heavy with either stupid people or Jesus freaks, just as long as they don't bother me. In a world as weird and cruel as this one we have made for ourselves, I figure anybody who can find peace and personal happiness without ripping off somebody else deserves to be left alone. They will not inherit the earth, but then neither will I. . . . And I have learned to live, as it were, with the idea that I will never find peace and happiness, either. But as long as I know there's a pretty good chance I can get my hands on either one of them every once in a while, I do the best I can between high spots."
--Hunter S. Thompson
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Yay "health food"!
yes, dear lady, and crippling indigestion, from which i am now suffering and knew goddamn well i would.
in the end, it's best for you to stay away from men. we never learn our fuckin' lesson. never.
"I have never felt comfortable around people who talk about their feelings for Jesus, or any other deity for that matter, because they are usually none too bright. . . . Or maybe 'stupid' is a better way of saying it; but I have never seen much point in getting heavy with either stupid people or Jesus freaks, just as long as they don't bother me. In a world as weird and cruel as this one we have made for ourselves, I figure anybody who can find peace and personal happiness without ripping off somebody else deserves to be left alone. They will not inherit the earth, but then neither will I. . . . And I have learned to live, as it were, with the idea that I will never find peace and happiness, either. But as long as I know there's a pretty good chance I can get my hands on either one of them every once in a while, I do the best I can between high spots."
--Hunter S. Thompson
My grandma just made and brought here a three of them.
I used to eat it a lot, but less in recent times. Maybe my meditations slowly transforms me into a closet vegetarian and I lose a courage to poke into a pieces of strangely looking tissue from exotic areas of a pig. I prefer a chicken tlacenka instead, which is available only in the shop.
Nonetheless, the tlacenka is truly as good as iwbiek says. It is one of few things in the central european cuisine more than worthy of trying and gaining a few kilos for. As for it's name, it originates from the verb of 'tlacit' which means 'to push'. It describes how it's made, not consumed.
Another magnificent food from Slovakia is a stryk. (stryky, in plural) It's a pancake, made of roughly grated potatoes, flour, eggs and spice. (marjoram, pepper, salt) It's fried on a lot of oil and it sucks the oil in a lot, so an olive oil would be good to maintain at least an illusion of healthy food.
I love it, but it took me a whole life to discover how it's good. The brain areas for the taste evolves for a long time and mine just got mature. The stryk is not very pretty, it's dark yellow flat thing, going into a dark green tone, it's greasy, but delicious with a few drops of ketchup (my choice only) and some gherkins.
Now excuse me, I've got to eat something, I can't just write like that.
Beings who deserve worship don't demand it. Beings who demand worship don't deserve it.
i know exactly what you're talking about, but i've never heard the word "stryky" before. we always just say "placky." we make it with olive oil because it tastes better that way. my wife also likes to add mungo beans sometimes. as for fried foods, i'm a big fan of fasirky. i can eat like 30 of them.
"I have never felt comfortable around people who talk about their feelings for Jesus, or any other deity for that matter, because they are usually none too bright. . . . Or maybe 'stupid' is a better way of saying it; but I have never seen much point in getting heavy with either stupid people or Jesus freaks, just as long as they don't bother me. In a world as weird and cruel as this one we have made for ourselves, I figure anybody who can find peace and personal happiness without ripping off somebody else deserves to be left alone. They will not inherit the earth, but then neither will I. . . . And I have learned to live, as it were, with the idea that I will never find peace and happiness, either. But as long as I know there's a pretty good chance I can get my hands on either one of them every once in a while, I do the best I can between high spots."
--Hunter S. Thompson