Wednesday, March 2, 2011

giant meat ambush

While stuck in traffic in the town, this morning, after a fruitless visit to the dole office, I spotted a large beefy Irish type man in a white coat with green collar and insignia crossing the street. He was a fine specimen from another age, a Son of the Dairy, perhaps. Rared on beef and bainne and no doubt a frequent helping of potato, roast and mashed and chipped and boiled. I sat in traffic beside his truck for a while, idly contemplating the giant meat assortment emblazoned on its side.

At eye level was a huge chorizo, sweaty, unreally red with enormous chunks of fat embedded in it, resting on an even bigger salami. Rolls of ham from the luncheon table of a storybook giant, holy cheese slices, a haunch of pink, pink ham. And topping it all of, the glory of the table, was the majority of a rotund, shiny chicken, looking for all the world like a gigantic, plump roast arse*.



It felt a little surreal, somehow. Are they after vegetarians, now? Cunningly planted, subliminal messaging - there was no traffic jam really. Watch out, veggie people, the truck may be heading your way.

*In fairness, it looked way more like an arse parked close beside it, than it does in this blurry picture, honest.

3 comments:

Ms. Moon said...

Oh my! Food porn is always interesting.

Jo said...

Gah! There may have been giant sweaty sausage, but I would NOT class this as food porn! Bleh!

Mwa said...

Giant meat ambush

- giggle.