Pragmatik

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After Easter this past spring, we had a band practice at Dan’s house. We were fooling around in the kitchen, and someone got the idea to melt a marshmallow Peep in the microwave. I thought it would be funny and whipped my camera out. It was funny, albeit somewhat yucky.

It smelled like eggs and meat. Know why? Yeah, there’s gelatin in there. “Gelatin is a protein produced by partial hydrolysis of collagen extracted from the bones, connective tissues, organs, and some intestines of animals such as the domesticated cattle, and horses.” I learned what gelatin was right when I went veggie when I was browsing a book about vegetarianism in Cambridge, and I was disappointed at the number of things that currently have that crap in them. Pop Tarts. Frosted Mini Wheats. Yeah, your breakfast has horse bone and bung in it. I wonder if kids would eat Jello if they knew what it was.

But now I’m nearly preaching, which I don’t mean to do. The idea that your sweet treat has gross by-product freaks out some folks who do eat meat that I know. Apparently, I dropped a bomb on them much like the one that shrapnels your legs when you find out what’s in a hotdog.

I miss Pop Tarts.

For Photo Friday: Disastrous.

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