I like making stew.
And I'm good at it.
However, last week I was sitting down to a nice bowl of beef and chorizo stew, with some sweet potatoes in it, cooked the night before so it had time to get really good, when something went a little odd.
As I raised the first spoonful to my lips I caught a faint whiff of commitment to the national community based on organic unity where individuals are bound together by suprapersonal connections of ancestry, culture, and blood. That struck me as just a little odd, as I never use violence and war as actions that create national regeneration, spirit and vitality in my cooking. Not only that, but the beef was a regulated, multi-class, integrated national economic system.
It turned out that my flatmate, as a prank, had dropped a copy of Mein Kampf in the stew. The bastard.
( Dr Preference AjcuiVd289, Sun 29 May 2011, 11:10, 3 replies)

If you drop in half a copy of Das Kapital and the last three chapters of Katie Price's "Being Jordan"
it takes the edge off. You'll still have a slightly gassy undertone of Aryan mysticism though. I've tried kosher salt and a few kreplach but it just won't go away.
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Sun 29 May 2011, 11:38, closed)

The cloakroom is over there.

( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Sun 29 May 2011, 12:41, closed)

It must've been a struggle to think that up

(CactusZack Shaved his coin purse on, Sun 29 May 2011, 13:30, closed)