SO….
my remorse got the best of me. I walked down Fort St. to McDonald’s and got a Quarter Pounder meal.
I am going to closet the burger and fries for a year and see what happens. I’ll update this in a few months. For now, lets see how the Mcfood does. Its gonna sit in its original bag but also in a large zip lock to make sure no bugs or stench appears. I don’ t think I’ll attempt to eat it a year from now but I never though I’d eat that McNugget…
To rot or not to rot…that’s the question…
I wish we never had to cut it…but alas we felt it was time to cut. Our pineapple, grown over two years and change, did not reach mammoth proportions but did get big enough to turn from green to yellow. We figured it was time so we cut it. Tomorrow we’ll have it for breakfast!
Frankenstein: Look! It’s moving. It’s alive. It’s alive… It’s alive, it’s moving, it’s alive, it’s alive, it’s alive, it’s alive, IT’S ALIVE!
Moritz: Henry, it the name of GOD!
Frankenstein: Oh, in the name of God! Now I know what it feels like to be God!
Dramatic? Indeed but I’ve done it. I’ve reincarnated the McNugget. After an overnight dip in a bath of tap water, a forgetful day in the fridge, the little bastard is back!
It smells like a cold, stale chicken McNugget, the same smell you would think it would have the next day after being in the ‘fridge. The meat looks like it probably would for being in the state it is.
Now here comes the question? Do I eat it? It looks and smells slightly edible. But mind you this is a THREE year old piece of so called food that sat behind the tv for a month then spent years in a ziplock back in my desk. THREE YEARS?
Do I attempt? Do I dare video tape me engaging in something unholy as this? Might I find myself sick?
Hmmm…to ponder for a day.
Alas, poor Chicken McNugget, I knew him, Horatio: a fellow
of limited taste, of most excellent fat and salt, he hath
borne on his back, that sweet and sour sauce a thousand times, and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is!
Shakespeare? No…of course not but a pun indeed.
Today I cleaned out an old box and found that little lost McNugget which you’ve read about over the years.
Here is the original post from the McFrankenstein post from 2009. If you remember what made me write about a chicken McNugget is that I found this little bugger a month after I had had McDonald’s after a night of carousing with pals. I recall coming home late and someone being pretty choleric and throwing a bag against the …. er… well … lets move on to the point of this post.
A month after I found this piece of so called food behind the TV, it was in pretty good condition all considering it survived in a tropical climate for a month. I kept it and decided to write about its demise in decay but to our surprise, the little sucker never really did much. It just puckered, hardened and petrified.
Not to dwell on suggestions that McDonald’s is not real food and a McNugget is nothing more than a combination of bi-products of semi digestible, well…you don’t really know what it is. But Its now three years and the shriveled once chicken is someone still edible. I’m going to soak a piece of it in water for a few days to see if it hydrates.
Will I attempt to eat it? Doubtful but I’ve eaten them before and to be honest, I don’t know if there would be a real difference between fresh and three year old vintage.