#it’s that guy…listeria again..

[mentalmilkshakes]

This is how I feel about everythingf

[liminalweirdo]

okay once again i am coming to tumblr to ask for help as in HOW DO I EAT MORE VEGETABLES IN THE AGE OF LISTERIA. lol but no really, here is the problem:

i was a salad guy, i used to eat mostly raw veg but i don't feel super comfortable doing that rn.

i'm also autistic and i end up getting super overwhelmed every dinner time because adding new steps for dishes i haven't made before is really daunting, and when i start looking for new recipes online it's like there are so fucking many? so i freeze.

basically i love vegetables and pre-pandemic i ate them all the time but now that we can't go inside grocery stores where no one's masking and can't pick out our own produce, most of the produce we DO get from the store pickup/delivery is... disappointing at best. like sometimes we get it and it's already rotting.

needless to say i eat like 70% less veg than i used to and it's been really negatively affecting how well i feel.

farmers markets are too expensive for me to go to with any sort of regularly. we're considering farmers boxes but they are also kind of prohibitively expensive rn, so i guess i'm looking for like... idk, other solutions, if they exist?

or maybe i'm just hoping for literally any ways to eat more greens/veg that i can

1) cook/heat in some way because covid, and because it can hide the quality of shitty veg at the supermarket

2) aren't very very time consuming (i'm willing to spend like an hour making supper but that's about my energy capacity)

3) aren't something i need to buy an air frier or like a fucking sous vide or something to prepare

or maybe suggestions for veg that keep a little longer than greens do because we kind of shop just twice a month for covid exposure reasons?

this doesn't need to be like "healthy eating" i'm just looking for more variety in my diet.

anything, pls? recipes, ideas. i love veg i will eat all of them, i just never really learned to cook them well, or how to incorporate them into a lot of meals when it's not, like, salad

or even where do you get veg that is kind of affordable/doesn't suck?

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

you know how i dont eat pork due to trump's removal of safety practices? yeah i found out recently he did that to poultry too. thats um. why listeria.

i've been steeping over what to do about chicken because it's in like all the soup i eat.

Oh geez. >.o I knew that's why the lettuce contamination happened during his presidency, but I didn't know that... nobody fixed those regulations. C'mon, legislative guys, food's Important.

I wish I had Suggestions, but I am. Frankly too nervous about The Thought of Food Poisoning to put a lot of thought into it right now.

(I know listeria doesn't cause Food Poisoning the way salmonella and e. coli do, but my Phobia brain is like. "If there's listeria, what if there is also Bad^tm Kind of Food Poisoning contamination?")

((Also, I'm sure the fact that everything is produced in the same facilities owned by like 5 big companies has to do with the SWATH of the contamination and how many products it affects, but again. Don't know how to put A Lot of Thought Into That without triggering myself...))

Thank you for the information, though! At least that's something that. Eventually can be fixed.

[clarkeysbog]

Protective!Losers Club x Original Female Character

Chapter 3 - The Barrens

As Bill and Brandi were walking to back to Bill's house after they got off his bike a block away from his place, Bill started reciting the tongue-twister he uses to try and lessen his stuttering. Which it almost never does.

"He thrusts his fists against the p-p-p-post...He thrusts his fists ag-against the p-p-p-p-p-p-p- SHIT!" He exclaimed, forgetting the young child was next to him, and quickly apologised.

As they arrived to his house, Brandi ran into the house to tell Bill's mom all about her day, whereas Bill went into the garage to see if his dad needed any help.

"Need some help?" Bill asked his dad.

"Bill, I thought we agreed." His dad scolded, which made Bill glance at his sculpture of the sewer system of Derry.

"Before you say anything-" He was cut off by his dad saying.

"Bill-" "Just let me sh-show you something." Bill stated.

He put an action figure labelled 'Georgie' down a tube, turned on the hose, which swept 'Georgie' to an opening with a carton under it labelled 'Barrens'. "Th-the Barrens, it's the only place that Georgie c-could be." "He's gone Bill.." His dad stated heartlessly. "But if the storm s-swept Georgie i-in, w-we should h-have gone-" Bill said, being cut off by his dad saying.

"He's gone! He's dead! He's dead, there's nothing we can do! Now clean this up before your mother and Brandi see this." His dad scolded, raising his voice.

Bill was tearing up, slightly heartbroken by what his dad said. Deep down, Bill knew Georgie wasn't dead, and in a few months time he will be proven right.

His dad took down the map and said, "Next time you want to take something from my office. Ask."

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Brandi was playing with her dollhouse with Bill until she heard Georgie's voice behind her.

She was suspicious at first and said, "Hello? Is anyone there?"

"Brandi!" 'Georgie' called on her.

She followed the voice, and went into the basement.

"You could've come with me...that day of the storm. You could've come with me instead of staying to look after Bill..but if you come with me right now, you'll float too."

Brandi was confused, until 'Georgie' kept on repeating the words "you'll float too" his voice becoming more and more demonic.

Brandi saw a clown, mouthing the same words as 'Georgie' was saying, and she rushed up the stairs the clown following her, tripping over it's two left feet and fell at the bottom of the steps.

Bill saw the girl running from the basement, and she told him what she saw, and luckily for her he saw it too when he went to go check.

He hugged the young girl protectively, she slept in his bed that night, too afraid to sleep in her own.

"I can't get to sleep, Billy..." She said, rubbing her eyes and frowned.

"I-It's okay, Br-Brandi...that cl-clown won't hur-hurt y-you, I've g-got you." He reassured her.

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"Take everything but the Delicious Deals guys, my mom loves those." Eddie ordered, and turned to Bill saying, "Hey! First you said the Barrens, and now you're saying the sewers? What if we get caught?" "We won't Eds." Bill laughed, "Th-the sewers are pub-public w-works. We're the public aren't we?"

Brandi nodded in agreement, "Yeah, Eddie! So, we won't get caught!" The three boys smiled down at the smiling girl.

As Richie opened up a cupboard, he saw there were pill bottles, upon pill bottles (A/N The gazebos aka the bullshit). He smirked and taunted Eddie by saying, "Hey, Eddie, are these your birth control pills?" And before he could stop himself, Eddie responded with, "Yeah, and I'm saving them for your sister. This is private stuff!" "Ew, you'd use birth control on Brandi?" Richie gagged, and the younger girl scrunched up her nose.

"No. I'm not a pedophile!" Eddie shouted.

"But you said you'd use birth control on my sister, Brandi's practically that." He gagged again.

"You two are disgusting!" The young girl said, her nose scrunched up in disgust, and that made the three boys laugh.

As they were leaving Eddie's mom, Sonia, called on him saying, "Eddie Bear, where are you kids off to in such a rush?" "Oh, they're taking me to the park!" Brandi said, but that was not what they were really doing.

"Okay.." Sonia started, but continued, "Oh, and sweetie, don't go rolling around on the grass. Especially if it's just been cut. You know how bad your allergies can get." "Yes mom. Let's go." Eddie nodded, and was about to leave before his mom said.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" And she looked to Brandi and said, "You too, Brandi."

And the young girl and the smaller, but older, boy went over to the boy's mother and the woman gave the small girl a hug and Eddie gave the woman a kiss on the cheek.

And Richie obviously had to remark by saying, "You want one from me too Mrs. K?" Bill and Eddie shoved Richie out the door, Brandi shaking her head at the door and Eddie said, "Sorry, mommy."

Brandi saw that outside Stan had gotten her a new bike, her favourite colour, violet, she couldn't believe it so she asked, "Is that for me?" "Well, yeah..." Stan smiled, "It's yours little bird."

She smiled, and hopped on the bike, the four boys trying to teach her how to ride a bike, since she's only ever ran or gone on one of their bikes.

And she did it, she rode her bike on the fourth try.

"Now y-y-you can r-r-ride with us." Bill smiled, and said, "Instead of g-g-getting on one of ou-ou-our bikes, y-y-you have your own."

"Slow down!" Richie called on Bill.

"Hi-ho Silver! Away!" Bill shouted.

"Your bike's too fast for us to keep up!" Brandi called, she was far behind the others, since she had only started riding today.

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When the group arrived at the Barrens, Stan was pointing out what he thought was poison ivy.

"Where? Where's the poison ivy?" Eddie asked, holding the young girl close to him afraid of her touching the plant.

"No where, not every fucking plant is poison ivy, Stanley. You're making Eddie scare Brandi." Richie exclaimed.

"Yeah, well, I'm starting to get itchy now.." Eddie stated.

"Do you use the same bathroom as your mother?" Richie asked, Stan covering Brandi's ears so she wouldn't hear.

"Sometimes, yeah." Eddie shrugged.

"Then you probably have crabs!" Richie laughed.

Stan uncovered the small girl's ears as Eddie said, "That's so not funny."

"Aren't you guys coming in?" Richie asked the two pussy-ass boys, the little girl nodded but Eddie pulled her back gently.

"No, Brandi, don't go in. It's grey water." Eddie spoke to her softly.

"What's grey water?" Brandi asked, confused as to what the smaller, yet older boy meant.

"It's pee and poop." Eddie described, refraining himself from swearing in front of the little girl and turned to Richie and said, "You guys are splashing around in millions of gallons of Derry pee."

Richie picked up a stick and sniffed it saying, "Doesn't smell like caca to me señor."

"Okay, I can smell that from here!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Probably just your breath wafting back to your face!" Richie taunted.

Eddie scoffed, waving his hand in annoyance, "Have you ever heard of a staph infection?"

"I'll show you a staph infection!" Richie smirked, picking up a piece of floating cloth in the water.

"This is so unsanitary! This is literally like swimming inside of a toilet bowl right now!" Eddie exclaimed, annoyed with Richie, "Have you ever heard of Listeria?"

"You're retarded!" Richie exclaimed.

Bill called on the group, after picking up a shoe saying, "Guys!"

"Oh no, don't tell me that's..." Stan stammered.

"No, Georgie wore galoshes." Brandi shook her head, whispering her words but loud enough for the boys to hear. She missed her best friend greatly.

"Who's sneaker is it then?" Eddie asked.

Richie shone the flashlight on the shoe and it read 'Ripsom'.

"It's Betty Ripsom's.." Richie told the group.

"Oh no, oh god...I don't like this..." Eddie stated.

"How do you think Betty feels?" Richie started, "Running around these tunnels with only one fricking shoe." Brandi shook her head at the boy.

A boy the same age as the older kids fell in the river water, and Richie said, "Holy shit, what happened to you?"

[gloriousstudentfury-love]

Chapter 2

As i walked home from school i couldn't shake off the fact that someone was watching me. I kept turning back to see but only saw the school slowly fading away. I sighed "Come on Y/N who would just stalk you in an open place, well, apart from Richie" I giggled at my thought as i passed the Neibolt street sign. I always hated that place, i always felt as if something evil was lurking in the house. I shivered as i walked past the creepy ass house, as i almost completely walked past it i heard a faint giggling noise, i turned towards and my eyes widened in fear as the door opened slightly. In the doorway was a red balloon.12

"What the fuck" I mumbled as i stared at it, as if expecting it to like dance or something. Suddenly the balloon was gone, i started walking again when i heard the giggling again, except this time it sounded older "Oh Y/N where you going? Come stay with me, you'll float down here" I turned towards the door again to see a fucking clown, it was wearing a white costume and had red fiery hair. I screamed and started running farther down the road when i heard it's laughing "Y/N, come float with me don't be shy, down here, it's never dark" It growled as i screamed again and ran to my house, which was across the street from Richie's and slammed the door.

"No no no no please be gone please be gone" I pleaded as i looked out my window. It was gone. "What the fuck was that" I said, still shaking. I quickly turned the lights on and saw a note on the table "Be back soon sweetie, there's leftovers in the fridge, -Mom" "And that means she is not going to be back for a while" I groaned, knowing that she's off getting drunk somewhere. "Great now i'm alone" I said as i started shaking a bit, i hate being alone, and i also hate the dark, it just scares me. I went into the living room and sat down, rocking back and forth a bit when suddenly the phone rang.1

I jumped off the couch and ran to the phone "This is the L/N residence, may i ask who is speaking" I said in a snooty tone and i heard laughter at the other end "Well this is the famous Trashmouth speaking, is this the amazing sugar tits on the other side" I hear Richie say in a british accent and i giggle "I told you not to call me that, and why did you call me". Richie stopped talking for a second and i heard mumbling coming from the phone, Richie picked up the phone again "Well Ms.L/N, i called you because my friend Eddie Spaghetti here- "Don't call me that" I hear a voice say and i immediately know it's Eddie. "Okay, well before i was rudely interrupted by Eds here-" I hear groaning and i giggle "Eddie would like to invite you to his house to take a look at his mom, and so we can grab food then head to the barrens". I immediately nodded even though he couldn't see it, i didn't want to be alone in my house anymore "Okay i'll be there in ten". I said and I hear Richie say yes "Okay milady i'll miss you in those ten minutes" then he hung up.14

I grabbed my bike 

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And headed down the road to eddie's.

When i reached it i rang the doorbell three times to which i hear a voice yell "Eddie, dear answer the door" Which followed to another voice saying "Yes mommy". The door swung open and Eddie smiled at me, "Hey Y/N" I smiled at him and said "Hi eddie, can i come in or am i just gonna have to wait outside" He chuckled and swung the door open for me so i could walk in.

"Take everything but the delicious deals, guys. My mom loves them. Hey, first you said the barrens and now you're saying the sewer. I mean, if we get caught?" Eddie asks as Richie and I immediately start stuffing food into our backpacks, what? I love food don't judge me. Bill turned around to look at Eddie "We won't, Eds. The sewers are public works. We are the public, aren't we?" Bill said as i stuffed some chips in my bag, Richie walks over to a cabinet and pulls it open to reveal a bunch of medicine "Eddie, are these your birth control pills?" He asked and Eddie rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and I'm saving it for your sister. This is private stuff."1

As we started to walk out the door Eddie's whale of a mother stopped us, i'm only nice to her because if not she won't let me see Eddie. "Eddie, dear, where you kids off to in such a rush?" She said as she painted her nails a sickly pink color, i never liked pink, it was way to bright and girly. We all looked at each other as she asked that question, trying to think of an excuse until Bill blurted out "Uhm, just m-m-my backyard, Mrs. K. I got a new..." He kept trying to pronounce the words and i started getting worried she would call our bluff when Richie exclaimed "A new croquet set. Jeez spit it out b-b-Bill." Eddie's mom somehow bought it and said "Okay. Oh and sweetie,don't go rolling around in the grass,especially if it's just been cut. You know how bad your allergies can get." "Yes mom." " Come on." I said. already starting to get uncomfortable when the whale once again spoke "Aren't you forgetting something?"19

I saw Eddie sigh a bit and walk up to his mom to kiss her on the cheek, i snickered at him and he playfully rolled his eyes and punched me in the shoulder "Do you want one from me too, Mrs. K?" Richie yelled to Mrs.K as we pushed him out the door while Eddie apologized "Sorry mommy."

Eventually Stan met up with us and we went to the Barrens "That's poison ivy. And that's poison ivy. And that's poison ivy." Stan stated pointing at random plants, which made Eddie freak out "Where? Where's the poison ivy?" I rolled my eyes as Richie yelled "No where, not every fucking plant is poison ivy, Stanley."

As Eddie quickly walked to the edge of the sewer Bill and Richie, and I started walking into the sewer, i groaned in disgust at how warm and squishy it felt in my shoes. "Ok well I'm starting to get itchy now and I'm pretty sure this is not good for me." Eddie stammered as Richie looked at him with mock concern "Do you use the same bathroom as your mother?" He asked as Eddie nodded at him, not seeming to understand he's messing with him "Sometimes, yeah." Richie nodded like a doctor hearing someones symptoms and stated. "Then you probably have crabs." I tried to hold in my laughter but one small giggle escaped my throat "Dammit" I said as Richie smirked at me "HA, i knew you found me funny!" Meanwhile, Eddie looked like he was ready to strangle Richie "That's so NOT funny." he stated as Richie started to notice Stan and Eddie weren't in the shit water. "Aren't you guys coming in?" He asked as Eddie shook his head vigorously "Uhuh that's gray water." "What the hell is gray water?" I asked as he looked at me and pointed at the shitty water "It's basically piss and shit. So I'm just telling you... You guys are splashing around in millions of gallons of Derry pee. Are, are you serious?" Eddie yells as Richie picks up a stick from the water "Doesn't smell like caca to me, Senor." he said in a spanish accent and another giggle escaped my mouth again.17

"O-o-okay I can smell it from here." Eddie gagged as Richie pointed the stick at him "It's probably just your breath wafting back into your face." Richie stated to which Eddie put his arms up in a what the fuck pose and glared at him "Have you ever heard of a staph infection?" "i'm also your staff infection." Richie stated and flailed the stick around while eddie gagged again "That's so unsanitary. you guys are like swimming in a toilet bowl right now. Have you ever heard of listeria?" "No what's listeria?" I said sarcastically as Richie threw a plastic bag that was in the gray water at eddie. "aghhh!! Are you retarded?You're the reason we're in this situation.-" "Guys!" Bill yelled and we all turned to see him holding a shoe "Shit. Don't tell me that's..." Stan said shakily as Bill shook his head "No. Georgie was wearing galoshes." "Who's sneaker is it?" Eddie asks as i looked at the shoe "It's Betty Ripsoms." I stated and Eddie of course started freaking out "Shit, oh god, oh fuck I don't like this." "How do you think Betty feels... running around these tunnels with only one freaking shoe." Richie joked while hopping around, but we all glared at him and he quickly shut up.20

"What if she's still here?" Stan asked and Richie rolled his eyes and motioned for Eddie "Eddie, come on!" Eddie shook his head and looked at us with a frightened expression "My mom will have an aneurysm if she finds out we were playing down here. I'm serious. Bill?" We all turned to Bill again and he spoke "If I were Betty Ripsom, I would want us to find me. G-georgie too." "What if I don't want to find them? I mean, no offense, Bill, but I do not want to end up like... I don't want to go missing either." Eddie said quietly and I glared at him "He has a point." Stan mumbled and all hope in Bill's eyes were gone " You too?" he said and Stan looked up at him "It's summer... We're supposed to be having fun. This isn't fun. This is scary and disgusting." He said and i gave them both a death glare "Guys don't be such assholes and get in he-" I was interrupted from my rant by a loud splash in the river, we all turned to see a boy with an H cut into his stomach and multiple scratches and bruises on him, i ran to help him up as Richie yelled "Holy shit, what happened to you?"14

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[toddlazarski]

The Tlayuda Trail

Shepherd Express

There’s not a newly minted driver’s license-holder, gaggle of buddies in the backseat, nowhere to go in awkward underage-ness save suburban drive-thrus, nor a college-age stoner, worth his or her weight in Grateful Dead Dick’s Picks discs, or even an early adult barfly, in possession of the Grubhub app, who hasn't had a moment, maybe even something resembling a full blown affair—unseemly pant seat stains, GI stress, a burning of the heart—with the Taco Bell Mexican Pizza.    

Even if you haven’t, consider the guilty-pleasure little monster: two crisp pizza shells, mashy refrieds, seasoned ground beef, a creamy three cheese blend, BBQ-ish, Mexican-inspired pizza gravy, tomatoes. It covers the texture gamut, is crackly, saucy, sodium-packed, pleasantly messy but edible on-the-go. Processed running queso rivulets dangle seductively between bite edges. Then consider the weird fourth meal hours, the flexed schedule it finds itself plopped in the middle of, the mix of excitement segueing toward yawning regret. It’s all a bit like having a baby. 

Maybe the magic is in the joyous sum of the over-salted parts, or the conditions within which it is usually, hopefully always, consumed. Or possibly it’s just the fact that “Mexican Pizza” is as pleasant a term combo as might exist this side of “Open Bar.” 

But then ponder the sound Tlayuda—that rough consonant collision leveling off with a pleasant oooh of an old-timey car horn, coming back up with the ahh of satisfaction. This Oaxacan specialty is the spiritual inspiration behind the aforementioned corporate calorie conglomeration. Which, despite munchie merit, is a white-washed bastardization, one on par with the Doritos Locos taco, Charlton Heston’s portrayal of a Mexican DEA agent in “Touch of Evil,” or your drunk uncle’s Cinco de Mayo celebrations. When made with real ingredients though, a diner can expect a fresh, oily, shimmering, seared tortilla crust holding, or pocketing, some sort of earthy meat-and-bean band, half-melted cheese layers letting mouth warmth finish the cooking task. It’s usually topped off by clingy clumps of avocado, maybe a flourish of crema velvetiness, crowned with some sort of chile pepper pop.  

Often served closed-face, the tlayuda in this form can come across as the more successful, well-rounded cousin of the quesadilla. It’s maybe a bit fatter. But in the doing-alright-for-myself kind of way, as the ingredients melt and tumble and spill together like late night at a wine mixer. In the fold of protein, cheese, crusty carbs, some bites can resemble those of a smushed, airless calzone. Or there is the version that harkens closer to an actual pizza, with manageable wedges, a segregation of flavor proponents, proper ratios, never too much crust.     

Whichever iteration, there is a time in adulthood for refinement, for proper exploration and broadening horizons, for consciously eschewing Big Box pig-outs. At the very least, in the hopes of smoothing some rough primitive urges for sopping grease and base beef pleasure points, here’s a tour of Milwaukee’s finest Mexican “pizza.” Because there’s also a time to admit, in most all cases, Taco Bell is actually quite bad.     

Villas Restaurant

Of the multitude mistakes I’ve made in life, leaving Villas with a tlayuda hastily ordered “to go” ranks somewhere between studying journalism and beginning the previously hinted-at affair with Taco Bell. The foil-wrapped half-moon shaped monster was heavy enough on the passenger seat that the Honda thought it needed to turn on the airbag. I wondered if I should buckle the big guy in. By the time we got home though, it was all accident anyway: a mushy, soggy mess, impenetrable by fork, cooled and coalescing.      

Yet two indicators instinctively led me to the ridiculous conclusion that I would again be on my way west on Greenfield Avenue, in a matter of days really, for a return to the scene of the calorie crime. One, like any conscientious father concerned about poisoning and decent palate-making, I stole a monitoring bite of my daughter’s quesadilla. Then another. It was a bursting, beautifully-golden crisped tortilla, packed with oozing, overflowing cheese, bits of which had touched the flattop, become blackened with a delicious bit of caramelization. Then there is the salsa. Probably a front-of-classroom sort of MIAD student could name the color that is the orange-ish, yellow-ish, burnt grass-looking stuff in the squirt bottle, but it seems too abstract to try, like trying to describe a feeling in a dream. Singular in taste too, it is a sauce at once punchy and inviting, scorching and addictive.   

My return was also hastened by the pleasantness of the place: the blue-on-blue floor and table motif, the warm orange walls, the Easter decorations, fake flowers and plants, the Packers ceiling fans. Mostly I enjoyed the tuba pop bumping from the kitchen, competing with the Mexican soap operas. It’s nice to remember that there are people back there, people working, rocking out at work too, just like me and you. Maybe working harder though, based on the mass of the 14-buck tlayuda. It is sized to emasculate, dropped at your table with a smirk like it’s a very big joke. It’s large enough for sustenance for somewhere between three meals and the time you just get sick of it or forget it’s in your refrigerator. 

The closed shell is crispy and oil-shimmering, fresh out of a bath it seems. And while takeout was a disaster, there is something within where it only keeps getting better as it sits in front of you, gathering itself as you eat, the chorizo settling, the queso warming, gooping, becoming happier, friendlier with the other ingredients, even with the subdued beans, which need some coaxing out from under their shell home. There’s actually almost enough lettuce to make you feel something approaching responsible life decision-making. But then you are cracking the chippy skin again, and there’s no turning from the fact it’s a plate of sheer fried bombast. 

Why does it need to be so big? It’s a question along the lines of “where do we go when we die?” Which, if you eat a whole one, you may find the answer to sooner than later. Or, if like me, you eat half with way too much of the salsa—unable to stop with the squirting—you have a more sure destination: A late afternoon siesta with just a brief stop in bathroom purgatory.   

Chicken Palace

There are few places in town where the gulf between expectation and execution is wider: the overly-bustling corner of 35th and National feels like a frenzy, what with the packed lot of Asian restaurants, beaters speeding too fast, trying to make the light, too loud without mufflers, and the bus stops so crowded, occasionally looking like the characters within could easily double as a police lineup. Inside there’s a grimy tile floor, Mexican soap operas at uncomfortable volumes, and a gaudy neon-centric color scheme that reeks of schmaltz and Breaking Bad’s Pollos Hermanos. But most importantly there’s a tiny counter with a smiling woman and a cash register, offering a chance to request happiness while yielding free whiffs of endlessly grilling chicken. 

It’s the specialty, if you couldn’t tell by the royal name. And it is best in whatever form allows the most usage of the deep, dank reservoir of a salsa bar. Within explore the neon verde, cool and pepper-y like a Mexican relish; the onion and habanero pickled mix of capsaicin angst; the bright tomato, with a sneaky spice finish; the dark rojo, both hellish and earthy; the thick, emulsified light green cream that I would like to request one day be splashed around my gravestone on a weekly basis. You have to ask for salsa cups, so, be reasonable, just get cinco.        

The tlayuda more than fits the order for framework in this case. Coming charred and burnt-smelling, it is folded into a form that is almost sandwich, almost panini, almost three-piece erector set. The bites are crackly, foundationally-threatening for those not paying attention, but there is still a doughy, chewy finish that renders it something like wood-fired Roman pizza. Creamy black beans are front and forward, mixing nearly half with the shredded, orange-hued chicken. Incredibly moist, it’s nice to be reminded how good poultry can be when it’s not a menu afterthought. It smacks of salt, time, care, a red hot grill. The lettuce and cheese are thusly overshadowed, wilty, the avocado is mostly buried. But that seems all the better, creating a blank pollo slate, one buttery with beans, crisp with a cracker corn crust, allowing the salsa to shine like your favorite ‘za toppings. All in rotation with every bite. 

Taqueria La Costena 

This rolling red doll house parked down 27th street from St. Luke’s Hospital—looming like both health warning and some security—offers probably Milwaukee’s finest take of the pizza form of tlayuda. The corn crust, acting as pure conveyance, is a bit floppy, lightly oiled and griddled, a consistency of an every-corner New York City slice, strong enough but needing some second hand assistance. There’s lettuce and tomato for body, a smidge of a smear of refried pintos, and svelty sour cream to smooth it all out. Queso warmly hugs the shell, cilantro flutters about like pleasantly unchecked flora sprouting between salty sidewalk cracks. It’s a beautiful, colorful site, sitting there in it’s styrofoam home on your passenger seat. It can also be aesthetically enhanced by the dark red, smoky salsa, everything enticing enough for me to risk listeria from a recent avocado recall, the hunks sitting on top so soft and green and fatty. 

But really it is all in unintrusive service of the bountiful meat-of-choice. Chorizo, which often makes the best filling, almost always makes the best topping, as it also would and could on many Americanized sorts of pizza—say, the meat-lover’s special. It is crumbly, salty, satisfying in a crisped sausage way, but better, garlickier, more chile pepper-exotic. Here it comes perfectly charred, black but juicy, generously bountiful. 

“Seven minutes” was the quoted wait time from the happy man in the little window, a timekeeping call met, showing he knows how this all goes, that it is far from his first tlayuda rodeo. Back in the car, it becomes one of those dishes you look at, and even on an empty lunchtime stomach you think you’ll have at least half to save for later. But then, maybe barely longer than it took to finish your order, maybe emboldened by some clean test results at the hospital, or perhaps hungered from a foliage eye feast at the nearby Domes, there is nothing left but but meat-hued carnage, some debris almost forming a police chalk outline of a greasy front-seat crime. There’s also more than enough satisfaction to realize that taco trucks are the true, adult form of the drive-through window.       

[mentalmilkshakes]

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Could the Keto Diet Up Your Food Poisoning Risk?

Could your fad diet make you more susceptible to foodborne infection?  Research studies say yes.  A University College Cork study in Ireland took a look at high fat diets and susceptibility to Listeria monocytogenes infection. Could there be a Keto and Listeria risk? Again, it may be a yes.

Their approach was in response to their desire to study the impact on “westernized diet” of high fat and how it relates to infectious disease.  “In the context of a global epidemic and changes in dietary habits towards increased consumption of a ‘westernized’ diet, there is currently surprising little information regarding the influence of diet upon the progression of infectious disease.”

This got me thinking.  The “westernized diet” is generally considered to be high fat, high carbs, high sugars.  This is influenced by our leaning toward fast food McDonald’s, Burger King, Wendy’s, and so on.  When not consuming fast food, we eat a lot of meat and carbs in most meals as compared to some other cultural diets.

This study didn’t address carbohydrates and sugars.  They only explored fat content of diets.  This immediately made me think about a high-fat diet craze so many people I know are doing.

These hard-core dieters are eating butter and cream cheese by the pound.  But it seems to be working for most of them.  This is supposed to be a diet?  I am sure you have heard of it.  Keto.  Short for the metabolic phase they are trying to achieve – ketogenesis.

But what exactly is Keto?

Keto: Defined

According to Harvard University, the keto diet moves beyond the low carb, low fat people tend to think about when dieting to lose that extra weight.  A true ketogenic diet is different.  “Unlike other low-carb diets, which focus on protein, a keto plan centers on fat, which supplies as much as 90% of daily calories.”

In normal metabolism, the body uses sugar, more specifically glucose that comes from carbohydrates like fruits, vegetables, grains, and legumes as fuel.  The keto diet uses ketone bodies as fuel.  Ketone bodies are produced by the liver from stored fat.

This is not an easy feat to achieve and requires a very strict diet.  But hey, if you can trick your body into burning fat by consuming fat it sounds like a win-win, right?

This requires the dieter to deprive themselves of carbohydrates.  This means they must consume less than 20 to 50 grams of carbs per day.  “Keep in mind that a medium-sized banana has about 27 grams of carbs.”  So, if you are a banana fan, you can’t monkey around with that fruit.

It doesn’t happen overnight.  It could take several days to reach a state of ketosis.  Meanwhile you are consuming large amounts of fat.  Sounds a little counter-productive to me.  But my friends swear by it.

Additionally, eating too much protein can have a negative affect on achieving ketosis.  Those that I know that do this.  Those hard-core keto people.  They track macro and micro nutrients, protein, and everything. It certainly is a juggling act and a biochemistry final exam stressor for dieting.

A typical keto diet with 2,000 calories per day will have “165 grams of fat, 40 grams of carbs, and 75 grams of protein.”  That is a lot of fat!

Which is concerning to me, because this study talks about how a high fat diet makes you more susceptible to pathogenic infection.  Specifically, Listeria monocytogenes as explored in this study involving mice.

But what is Listeria monocytogenes?

Listeria: Defined

Listeria monocytogenes commonly known as Listeria is a bacterium that causes the infection listeriosis.  Lots of vowels in there, I know.  But it is a very serious foodborne infection.  Pregnant women, newborns, older adults, and those with a compromised immune system are most at risk.  Pregnant women often experience less severe symptoms, though they are at greater risk of stillbirth and miscarriage.  Symptoms include normal flu-like symptoms such as fever, fatigue, and muscle aches.  Additional symptoms include headache, stiff neck, loss of balance, confusion, and convulsions.

One of the reasons reading this study made me think about Listeria is because I often associate Listeria with dairy.  Unpasteurized or under pasteurized dairy products and dairy products in general are high on the list of Listeria risk.  Most of the people I know on this keto diet use a lot of cheese to obtain the fat content in their diet.  One guy makes what he calls fat bombs with cream cheese, butter, and coconut oil.

Now we know what the keto diet is.  And what Listeria is.  Back to the study to see if there is a link.  Spoiler alert!  I wouldn’t be writing about it if there wasn’t a link.  But keep reading because it gets good.

Back to the Study

The scientists conducting the study had 3 sets of rats.  One set was fed a high fat diet (happy rats with a short life).  The second was fed a low-fat diet (poor guys never got to have a muffin).  The third set acted as a control and were fed a normal rat chow (yes, rat chow is a thing).

After they chowed down on their respective meal plans for 13 days all rats were exposed to Listeria monocytogenes.  Fecal, intestinal, spleen, and other samples were obtained over the next few days.

After exposure, the rats fed the high fat diet showed changes in their microbiota (also known as the gut microbiome – and the intestine’s first line of defense against pathogens).  Additionally, they showed an increase in the number of goblet cells.  These are known binding sites for the pathogen.  The microbiota also changed to promote inflammation in the hosts intestine.

Those fed the low-fat diet and rat chow didn’t have any noticeable differences in microbiota or goblet cell production.

What Does This Mean?

The high fat diet altered the rats’ intestinal microbiome.  In addition to affecting the normal flora of the intestines, the body produced cells that made the rats targets for pathogens.  In this case, they looked specifically at the cells that bind to Listeria.  Other changes in the intestines made the rats more prone to inflammation.

Decreased immunity.  Increased targets.  And more inflammation.  To Listeria.

That seems pretty scary to me.  My friends can keep their keto.  I’ll just settle for low carb and low sugar.  It seems to be working for me.

By: Heather Van Tassell, Contributing Writer (Non-Lawyer)

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Sept 21 - Consider this one a PSA.  A PSA on PAA; what’s PAA you ask, well as the fine folks of Canton, Georgia just found out, its a chemical that somehow contributes to the creation of deboned chickens but apparently tends to go boom too.  That because the acidic compound is also an organic oxidizer which means it has a bubbly personality that when excited effervesces causing quite the scene.  Here, a shipping Truck popping in to the facility appeared to shake the cardboard box that had a frowny face on it rather than a smile (or was it just upside down… could have been the problem) a bit too hard before asking for a last name after the desk clerk scribbled on the electronic pad they carry for receipt purposes.  Four folks (assuming one of them is that poor FedEx driver) ended up in the hospital for breathing issues, which suggests to me this stuff got airborne which means there was probably a small boom.  So, this careless handling of a rather touchy substance that is used across a diverse range of industries subsequently caused a shut down of the dead-end interstate I-575 for over two miles, the same interstate that gets you about as far north of Atlanta as civilization can bear for all those preppers that also have to commute to their daily grind presumably not much further than Roswell cause any further down and you got to be asking yourself, Honey Boo, maybe we ought to just move on down to Buckhead and become yuppies like we always wanted.

At any rate, the purpose of all this was that just a little batch of some PAA, also known as peracetic acid, or more properly peroxyacetic acid, an organic peroxide which has two great tastes that sometimes appear to be a deadly combination, caused some almost inconceivable chaos for those daily commuters.  The substance is generally referred to as a biocide which is just a fancy way of saying it kills things that are alive but instead of just being bad for your health like some of the more common ones like glutaraldehyde, PAA also has the added benefit of being a hardcore oxidizer, so hardcore they put it in hydrogen peroxide just to make it chill!  The food grade stuff like at this chicken farm is usually not so hardcore to cause this kind of chaos unless getting the high grade stuff and making your own mix is your style.  

And frankly, I would have been more than happy to say hey Pilgrims Pride, at least you aren't in the news for contaminating my chicken with salmonella, listeria, and mad cow disease (also please let me know if I will get a peanut allergy from this product or not!) all in one shot; I am guessing this PAA has something to do with it.  I would have been more than happy to let this one go if it didn't appear to be somewhat of a trend these days, since just literally the day before the same thing happened this time at a mushroom farm, cause you know, fungus, in beautiful Kennet Square, Pennsylvania, which is probably just far enough away from Philly (and just close enough to Wilmington) to be considered that part of PA that isn't Philly or Pitts, and so is OK to just consider Alabama, causing a total of nine workers to go to the hospital in the area where they sanitize those cute little mushroom heads (and the only surprising thing to me here is that it takes more workers to sanitize mushrooms then it does to cut the head off a chicken).  And OK, that may just be an odd coincidence, but then how do you explain that ANOTHER chicken farm just three months before, this one just across the border in majestic Selbyville, DE, over 300 gallons of PAA spilled and this time oddly enough apparently it was just hanging out in the parking lot.  Weird, JUST like in Canton?!  And again only four workers got sick at this chicken plant (they say it happens in threes so that will be a total of 12 chicken employees sick when its all said and done, keep an eye out for the next one).

But oh, no, we are not done yet.  Because then, just two months before that in May, across the pond (no the other one on the western side) at a hospital in Melbourne, AU, a woman who had just been rushed in for an emergency C-section (as opposed to those planned ones), was apparently NOT exposed along with the hospital staff to a spill of just 200 mL of the stuff, which is along the lines of a thimble’s worth causing them to evacuate to another part of the hospital to keep on with that baby-birthing stuff.  See, not only does it make chicken and mushrooms yummy, but it ALSO kills the heck out of any microbes that might get stuck on all those medical scopes doctors like to stick inside people.  That makes sense, in that application you want the high-grade stuff, but I guess just preferably not near the people that you also want to make sure get born without any major hiccups.

And by the way, we aren’t done yet, because now across the other pond, the one you probably were thinking of properly the first time, back in December of 2017, PAA was spilled at a Eli Lily facility, and this is where things start to get super weird because all they do here is work on “Global Business Initiatives” and process time cards or something, so why they were getting a delivery (yes, this happened in the parking lot AGAIN!), this time 200 litres of the stuff, which is something like 100 gallons or so, again basically shut down all roadway commutes from Cork to anywhere but Cork heading east.  And if you thought those stiff upper lips on the other island werent going to have to worry about all this, they saw their OWN spill of another 200 litres of the stuff, this time appropriately enough at a crisps packaging plant in sunny Leicester (apparently they just clean the floors with the stuff there) the month before and nobody suffered even a lick which is probably what has been keeping everyone’s guard down since all these started happening one after the other.

Now just think, what will it take for us to start saying, hmmm, this PAA by FedEx thing doesnt seem to be working too well.  Also, having it sitting around just waiting to be poured out in bulk, doesnt seem to be working to well either.  Because again, like a canary in a coalmine, way back in July of 2017, we could have nipped this in the bud when a it was reported that a water treatment plant in Hoboken New Jersey and colocated with a NJ light rail station caused a shutdown of the whole system when apparently a blue-collar guy at the plant got a bad whiff of a spill that caused mass hysteria for two hours during morning commute.

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Functions

 Int. Computer lab

 James sits alone at his desk with the sounds of furious typing in the background. His eyes are heavy, his expression is dull as the camera swivels round from the left-hand side of his face to get a clear view of how dull his face truly is.

 Heart: Bitta’ slow day today isn’t?

Lungs: Aye, so bored it’s unbelievable.

Eyes: I don’t know this lot up here is canny interesting!

Bladder: Aye it would, ya little show off.

Liver: Now now let’s not kick off with this again, he works as we do all really.

Small intestine: I divin’na this guy don’t smoke, you got it easy, you have any clue the things I feel going through me every day?!

Liver: Now hang on, what’s this bout me not pulling my weight?!

Small intestine: Well I think at 1 point what is flowing through me is food, then Bile from the Bladder, my mate next door, then it’s my job to break down and separate nutrients, such as; Carbs, Proteins and fats through the use of Enzymes made by my good mates in the intestinal cells. They have their share just fine, I know I wouldn’t want to do that! Now those guys are essential in absorbing those nutrients together with vitamins, salts and water, including the afor mentioned nutrients. They then enter the bloodstream to people like you to where they are needed. That is what I do all day long! Do I get a thanks? I don’t think so!

Liver: What about what the body doesn’t need?

Small intestine: That’s got nothing to do with me, that’s my brother’s job, the large intestine to do the rest.

 1.

Large intestine: You think processed food is all bad, at least it contains all that goodness if you have a healthy diet you can get to live longer and you don’t have to watch your mates die from horrible diseases when you don’t get what you need: Type 2 diabetes, Gout, various cancers, Strokes, Osteoartitis and the worst part is that because Junk food almost goes straight through you, all the waste my brother doesn’t absorb goes straight through me as well which leads straight to the rectum then just straight out through your anus.

Liver: I don’t think I want to know that feels like.

Large intestine: Through word of mouth the smell and the overall squelch is so rank it nearly made the ol’stomach throw up on the spot.

Bladder: I can relate, I have to force out waste like urea, chloride, sodium and potassium ions through to make urine! You don’t want that clogged up in ya!

Liver: Now I don’t even wanna ask what will happen if that happens!

Bladder: When you eat so little protein and vitamins it comes out faster then when it comes in! Not literally but what use is it if there’s no goodness to absorb?

Liver: Yea, why does this guy do that? It can’t be healthy, even he must know that!

Heart: This guy has his reasons he’d rather keep to himself, away from all of us. But in short it comes down to his mental wellbeing which could alternate between how he eats on each day depending almost entirely on his mood. One of the consequences of these moods is that it can lead to comfort eating. This can also occur in people who may otherwise not have self-esteem issues as much as for people who do. For all we know this could be a spiral manipulated by his self-esteem into tricking him into believing that he can feel satisfied that he has something he considers delicious in his possession.

Small intestine: Mind with that said, I heard from someone that people can have problems with their system.

Liver: I believe it’s something called, Crohn’s disease, it’s some kind of inflammation of the lining of the digestive system itself.

 2.

 Bladder: You mean like the, ‘Oesophagus?’ or the intestines?

Heart: It actually can be any part of the system itself. However this guy is ok, Crohn’s disease is long-term so we would have known by now if he wasn’t ok. Everything he feels, we feel.

Liver: That’s why it’s very important he looks after us.

All: Hear! Hear!

Eyes: Now hang on, if he knew what he was doing to himself why would he dare do this to the lot of you? Besides it’s easy for you’s lot to say we can see perfectly well what this guy’s done and what he will continue to do. He’s only recently started to have a change in his diet.

Stomach: As much as I hate to admit it, but he does have a point. He goes through like 1 litre of carbonated drinks like a month ago which comes up to nearly 5000 calories daily excluding all those sandwiches and crisps he eats as well.

Bladder: Mind it’s hardly like he can’t have fat in his body or even his diet, we all know that!

Heart: Absolutely! Which I think brings us to a large misconception, (No pun intended) about fat or carbohydrates in our diets. You see ‘Dietary’ fats are essential to give your body energy such as: Calories or Killajewles are largely used to support cell growth. They help protect your organs and helps the body in maintaining our crucial temperature of 37.5 degrees. If that figure was to increase or decrease by even 0.1 we would be at risk of hypothermia if we become too cold and we would be suspect able to fevers if we are too warm and could make us very inactive. Fats stop these scenario as they absorb vitamins A, D, E and K which form a thicker layer of flesh to insulate us and too keep us warm.

Liver: Wow! That was actually very well thought out. Mind I suspect having excessive amounts of fat can lead to diseases and the like.

Stomach: Mind you there are quicker and nastier ways of becoming sick. Anyone remember last week’s food poisoning fiasco?

Bladder: Oh yea, how could we all forget! I don’t ever want to go through all that again. The longest 6 hours I can remember of being sick 5 times!

3.

Lungs: Well that was the Eyeses’ fault. The box clearly said, microwave for 4 minutes. Prawns or any seafood should never be cooked longer especially in a microwave. That could have killed someone!

Eyes: well you managed to stomach it for 9 hours! I don’t understand how it took that long for the big guy to become sick. We still don’t know anything specific yet, E-coli, Salmonella, campylobacter or listeria.

Heart: Perhaps the longest 13 hours I can remember for a good long time. Too weak to stir for the fear of being sick again. I’m more surprised he could go into uni the next day. Let’s face it, he had seen better days.

Liver: Even now he hasn’t regained his good appetite.

Large intestine: I suspect it could be something severe, like anorexia, lately not much has been passing through, only primitive things like dry toast and crackers.

Stomach: I don’t know, maybe he sees this as a great opportunity to pretend or imitate that he is in fact starving himself to death.

Heart: Now that is a very serious accusation to make, if he’s not hungry then he shouldn’t be stuffing his face now should he.

Stomach: But if he doesn’t eat enough, where is he going to find the energy to function? Make his way to Uni? Go to the Gym? Or even get up at 5 am to do his paper round?

Lungs: He’s not been to the Gym in over a week. So he’s storing all the energy he can get just to get though the day, in spite taking in less than 2000 calories a day. Nearly 1000 less for a young man not even in his twenties yet.

Liver: I don’t even know if he’s taking more than that this last week!

Bladder: He has been feeling tired all week, also if he was trying to lose weight it’s not working to the very last atom of his strength. He needs to keep a hold of his calories so that his body temperature won’t decrease to dangerously low temperatures.

  4.

 Bladder: He’s gotta be hungry no matter how much he doesn’t think he is.

Stomach: Not to mention, especially for a student with the pressures of exams and all that means that he is almost constantly under enormous pressure so he has been known to snap at people. Well, more and more anyway.

Heart: ‘The like’? He does nothing accept work at the gym or uni I’m more surprised he can find the time to rest and relax. No wonder he’s always on the edge. Still that’s not an excuse, everyone needs time to rest and relax.

Small intestine: I don’t know if he can hold out much longer. I mean a whole week on so little food will bring anyone on the brink of either something very serious. Or he may just gorge on a 10 course banquet all on his own.

Heart: At the end of the day however he knows fine well he’s not intentionally going to starve himself. He has more common sense to realise this and that he does learn from his mistakes. Mainly food poisoning is something none of us want to happen again anytime soon let’s be honest. Either way, the most important thing is that he feels ok, physically and mentally so that he doesn’t have to worry about his figure 24/7. He’s doing grand on his own.

[mentalmilkshakes]

Yeah okay whatever man

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Would you eat this lad for $7???

[mentalmilkshakes]

Honestly, this guy is quite yummy looking!!!

[mentalmilkshakes]

I need six minutes and a microwave to handle him!!!