fingers, fingers everywhere

ok, this is the problem with america: "Joe Reardon of the Agriculture Department's food and drug division said state officials closed the shop while the food processing equipment involved in the accident was cleaned and sanitized."
cnn reported today that a frozen custard shop 'fessed up to its worker's having lost a finger in the processing equipment, after a man found that very same finger in his pint and had put it in his mouth!!
-that this insane moron of an ice cream store owner is allowed to reopen his store after the machines are cleaned???!! what i want to know is how they could have possible sold any ice cream after that and not tried to find the damn appendage??
oh, hmm....well he lost a finger, and we haven't found it, but,hmmm, let's not look for it. maybe nobody will notice. idiots, idiots!

and the man who almost ate it before spitting it out! sheesh. i don't eat at wendy's, but ice cream always seemed do innocous.(p.s. i know the wendy's thing wasn't true, but check out the dvd extras for super size me. my sister tells me the experiments they do on big macs etc. are pretty scary!)

incidentally, on an-only-related-by-the-fact-that-they're-food-note, i had quite an intense evening- i brought my friend and project partner, akua, to the house of the farmworker family that i tutor, so we could interview them for our paper after tonight's tutoring session. not only did we get home after 11 pm, but we had lots of fun--- a mexican food truck came to their house, at which i bought nopales (cactus) and then learned how to cook them! two ways! and then juan carlos insisted on giving us a whole package of pan dulce. damn. memories. pan bamby.....

i think one day i'd like to make some kind of top 10 list of random places to eat or buy food all over the world that are somewhat under the radar and authentic. mmmmm.
but time for bed, maybe i'll dream of even better pan dulce than the one's sitting on my desk.

signing off, enjoying for just this one night, even though i don't have a job and am fucked for the 25 pages i have to write this week, how wonderful it is to be freed from the bondage of slavery in egypt. was it my ancestors? was it me? does it matter? it's someone today. but at least they get to eat pan dulce from a van that comes to their house :)