Dear Japan,
Here are
four egg salad recipes. Quick, what are three things they have in common? Eggs, mayonnaise, and NO HAM. Enough with your stealth pork. Someday I'll find a way to make you feel the gastrointestinal distress that I experience upon the consumption of pig meat, and on that day I shall become the supervillain whom everyone cheers on because I'm so much cooler than the doofus hero.
So bring it on. Twine those tiny bologna strips around the cold noodles. Fry your pig-slabs to look like pieces of fish, and only do it on days when I'm too tired to remember to rip open everything with my chopsticks before I bite into it. Tell me there's no pork in your ramen broth as you nonchalantly fish out the boiled gray flesh. I am vengeance. I am the night. I... am No-Pork. All the shiny bacon in the world cannot stop me now.
With the beginnings of frothing rage,
Pesco-lacto-ovo-lookIamnotthathardtoplease-vegetarian
P.S. I shall be training attack pigs.