Post by viciousbox on Sept 9, 2006 10:01:39 GMT -5
i found this article about a food./ Kakashi (or kashi) is a food!
Kashi GOLEAN Creamy Hot Cereal—Truly Vanilla
Submitted by Cody James
Oatmeal, to me, is humanity's stand-in for cattle feed. I take no particular pleasure in eating it. Never has a sful of oatmeal caused my eyes to roll back in epicurean bliss. All I require is that it not cause offense during its mercifully brief stay in my mouth, since it's further along in my digestive tract where its true purpose will be served.
"I'm tired of this oatmeal," says my wife, referring to the Quaker Supreme oatmeal I've been perfectly happy with for many months.
"Fine," I reply, implying she should choose the one she wants. Moments later, the Kashi lands in the cart with an ominous, hollow sound.
Any number of films have depicted the protagonist being presented with a bowl of pale, watery goop meant to keep them technically alive. At this point, our hero is typically incarcerated, e.g., on a dank island prison for a crime he did not commit, in a bamboo cage in the stinking Vietnamese jungle, or on a hovercraft in the apocalyptic near-future, when machines rule. Things are bad for our hero, we're meant to conclude. The people at Kashi apparently have seen such grim depictions and decided it would be a good idea to replicate this chalky white nutri-paste and bring it to you, the consumer, under the pretense of organic, tree-hugger healthfulness.
If I'm ever wrongly imprisoned and Kashi GOLEAN Creamy is on the daily menu, I can only hope that my fastidious avoidance of it will either emaciate me enough to slip between the bars or earn me the comparative luxury of death by starvation.
i found this at www.mcsweeneys.net/links/newfood/
Kashi GOLEAN Creamy Hot Cereal—Truly Vanilla
Submitted by Cody James
Oatmeal, to me, is humanity's stand-in for cattle feed. I take no particular pleasure in eating it. Never has a sful of oatmeal caused my eyes to roll back in epicurean bliss. All I require is that it not cause offense during its mercifully brief stay in my mouth, since it's further along in my digestive tract where its true purpose will be served.
"I'm tired of this oatmeal," says my wife, referring to the Quaker Supreme oatmeal I've been perfectly happy with for many months.
"Fine," I reply, implying she should choose the one she wants. Moments later, the Kashi lands in the cart with an ominous, hollow sound.
Any number of films have depicted the protagonist being presented with a bowl of pale, watery goop meant to keep them technically alive. At this point, our hero is typically incarcerated, e.g., on a dank island prison for a crime he did not commit, in a bamboo cage in the stinking Vietnamese jungle, or on a hovercraft in the apocalyptic near-future, when machines rule. Things are bad for our hero, we're meant to conclude. The people at Kashi apparently have seen such grim depictions and decided it would be a good idea to replicate this chalky white nutri-paste and bring it to you, the consumer, under the pretense of organic, tree-hugger healthfulness.
If I'm ever wrongly imprisoned and Kashi GOLEAN Creamy is on the daily menu, I can only hope that my fastidious avoidance of it will either emaciate me enough to slip between the bars or earn me the comparative luxury of death by starvation.
i found this at www.mcsweeneys.net/links/newfood/