Well, the Deli of Christmas Past has struck yet again. You might remember a fairly recent blog entry about some old packs of Jell-O I picked up at one of our local (and really filthy filthy filthy) convenient marts -- I thought I'd finally cleaned the place out of all the foodstuffs capable of killing a person, but check out what we found last night: an ancient can of Chef Boyardee "Fettuccine!" Boy oh Boyardee. My pals Amstel and Orion have the honor of introducing you guys to this lost treasure, so go read the article and try not to smell or taste anything vicariously. By the way, does anyone know if the Chef still makes this crud? We couldn't find any recent version at the supermarket to compare it to. It wasn't a crushing moment, but I think I said "aw man, they don't have any." About three levels away from a crushing moment. Yeah.
By the way, you know those "great articles" I keep alluding to for this month? I started putting the first one together, and by God, get yourselves excited right now. Trust me on this one. I was hoping to get it up by Friday, but that might be tough, so Monday at the latest. (weekend readers might get a early look) Rarely do I get so amped about an article that I don't know where to start, but this one is throwing me for all sorts of loops. You won't believe it. This is the big one. Stay tuned...
Posted by Matt on 11/05/2003. E-mail me!










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Mmmm, death by fettucine. To create an entire article out of a can of old and forever dead slop is a journalist’s dream. Matt, you are my dream, and the dreamer is tired. Time for bed! Fare thee well!