Slug Burger

There are hardly words in my vocabulary to describe this culinary deceit. It is at the same time disgusting beyond normal words, and yet completely unidentifiable and bland. MyFella loves them, and so I tried it. After a few bites, I had to turn the sandwich to him and say, "WHAT is this?" It wasn't ground beef. It wasn't good. It wasn't bad. It just was.

It was a deep fried patty of something. Something without real taste or real substance. Something that tasted only because of the condiments on it. And perhaps because of that tasteless ness, it seemed all the more an affront to nature.

A quick search on the internet turned up some chats about it that seem to define it as made up with hamburger meat and lots of filler, predominantly soy bean but in the past corn meal or potato flakes.

Double ugh!