- If you could remove one food so that no one would eat it ever again, what would you actually pick to destroy?
Beef spleen or tripe – Who got the wise idea to just cook up weird, grainy organ meats? Yuck.
- If I just now discovered you by reading about you in the newspaper, what section would I find you in?
I would reside in the books section, making lists and lists and lists of books that I want to get around to reading.
- You suddenly have to go on the lam. What would your new assumed identity be and your back story?
Unis Cornpone from St. Lisbeth, LA, where my family has resided peacefully in the old bayou for centuries, making our living hand-crafting whiskey bottle cork plugs.
- What flavor of cake would you be?
Favorite cake to eat, Angel food, but favorite cake to actually be? Chocolate Red Velvet.
- If you could actually enter the world of the last book you read, where would you end up?
I am currently reading “In Cold Blood,” so I guess Holcomb, KS, is just outside of Garden City and about 200 miles from where I am sitting.
1) Tomato Aspic – The world is a worse place because of tomato jello.
2) Letters to the editor – because in today’s world you gotta say what needs to be said.
3) Anthony Scarpelli – East Plains field, NJ, because being that close to NYC means no one wants to go there.
4) Ice cream cake – no reason, except ice cream.
5) Some fucked up town in some made up place in Maine or sumpin’ and there is sumpin’ not quite right with the town and then it becomes sumpin’ is majorly not right with the town or the people and then it is clear that the town is evil and the people are vil and I need to get the fuck outta said town, but may not make it.
1. Sorry Roy, I know you used to love it, but canned corned beef hash. It is simply dog food with a different label. I have tried to like various forms of the dish–from house made to canned, and it’s just disgusting slop.
2. The features section. I have “human interest” written all over me.
3. Eduardo Mangione. Retired mafia accountant. Living in the golf community of Pueblo West. “My friends call me Mr. Mangione.”
4. Tres leches cake. ‘Cause I’m sweet and creamy and kind of mushy.
5. The cold gritty heartland of a dystopian America, terrorized by the immigration service, and friendly looking drones and robots.
1) Liver. Just no. Filters aren’t food.
2) The international news cuz I won the Powerball and took the money and moved out of the country.
3) Reno Morgantae from Tucson, Arizona. I lease medical equipment to major health groups.
4) I’d be a carrot cake. You think awesome cake, then fuck it’s got vegetables in it, this cake sucks.
5) In Wilmington, NC where vampires, witches and paranormal being are real and have their own system of government and crime.