Random Thought Thread

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You ever cut yourself when you’re cleaning a Spyderco mule that’s NOT stainless….then put the knife on your workbench and not touch it for 3 months ‘cause your mad at it ‘cause it cut you…..then go to move it at a later time (today) and realize that it’s stuck to the bench…..and once you get it removed, see this?:
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You ever do that???🤣😂😛

Blood is the best corrosion tester ... even blood on a shirt will rust a hole in it. Then again, looks like there is more going on here ... what steel ?
 
Blood is the best corrosion tester ... even blood on a shirt will rust a hole in it. Then again, looks like there is more going on here ... what steel ?
Wut teh hell?
Yeah…..I’m not sure what happened…. By the way it was stuck down (bad enough I needed a tool to pry it) I had to have spilled something on it. Just don’t remember that ever happening. The only liquids in the remotely close area were car cleaning supplies……

For ferider ferider , the steel is CPM Rex 76. I expected it to rust some….

That’s what lead to the whole situation in the first place. Sat out on the bench over the winter months and developed some small rust dots on the un-scaled handle. While attempting (poorly) to remove them (alcohol may have been involved) I slipped with my increasingly hard scrubbing right hand and drug my pointer finger knuckle all the way along the blade, quickly. ( new blade, never cut. No rust on blade portion of the knife, only on the handle for the tetanus wary)

Fair amount of bleeding ensued along with a renewed appreciation for the sharpness that Spyderco blades leave the factory with!!

I placed the knife down where it existed until I removed it yesterday. I was surprised by 1. How hard it was stuck down, and 2. Yeah you know…. What lies beneath….🤣
 
Watching you guys post the garbage you shovel into your pieholes is depressing. Some of it isn’t even food. No idea what you’re thinking.

Anyway, I live in Buffalo. Mostly, what we’re best at is really horrible weather that we love, because we’re fools, a couple professional sports teams that should be spiking the suicide rate, but we’re too dumb to give up on, and alcoholism.


And probably heart disease.


Being a Rust Belt town, we know how to eat poorly. The famous "Buffalo Chicken Wing" is the best example of this. However, there’s a sleeper of a sandwich that everyone should know about that’s all ours, too. And I want you to have it.


So, here’s a quick pictorial on “Beef on Weck”.

You need to start with Kimmelweck rolls. Sometimes it’s spelled ‘Kummelweck”. Probably German in origin. Most of the German immigrants that moved here (like all the rest of the immigrants that moved here) were undereducated, poor, and already mutilating their own language, much less the American English they were expected to learn, so it’s anyone’s guess what the hell it's supposed to be. The point is that it’s a soft, white roll with a crispy crust, but not too crispy, and sprinkled with caraway seeds and coarse salt. (If you know the real origin of the roll, don’t tell me. I genuinely don’t care).

This is crucial.

You can’t do this sandwich without the roll. Either find some, or look up a recipe and make your own. It’s that important.

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You also need roast beef dripping juice. Meaning, the juice that comes off the beef as it’s being roasted. I’m not making this up. We refer to it as ‘au jus’, yet another brutalization of a foreign language, in this case French, but important. Find some. Maybe ask the butcher or a good Jewish deli. Heat the stuff up a bit - doesn’t need to be super hot, just hot.

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Cut the rolls in half, and dip each half in the ‘au jus’:

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The soft inside of the roll will soak it right up, and it’ll look like this:


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Put a lot of roast beef on the bottom half.

Really, I mean a lot. An inch is a solid starting point.


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Then you need horseradish. Ideally, you get this from Polish people. they’re in my genetic makeup, and they’re obviously convinced that they’re paying penance for something through hurting themselves with this shit. Miller’s does a decent job, but if you’re really feeling Fonzi, you’ll head to dat dere “Broadway Market” in downtown Buffalo during Easter, and get you a handful of the freshly ground stuff lay you up in the hospital for seven or eight days.


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Put a metric shit-ton on the top half of the roll:

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(If I’m being honest, the left sandwich is a little light)



You should end up with a sloppy, savory, painful sammich that cleans your sinuses while clogging your arteries, like these:

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Best served on a Polish pottery plate.





FFS, guys, develop a little dignity and stop eating at McDonalds.






You’re welcome.
 
Watching you guys post the garbage you shovel into your pieholes is depressing. Some of it isn’t even food. No idea what you’re thinking.

Anyway, I live in Buffalo. Mostly, what we’re best at is really horrible weather that we love, because we’re fools, a couple professional sports teams that should be spiking the suicide rate, but we’re too dumb to give up on, and alcoholism.


And probably heart disease.


Being a Rust Belt town, we know how to eat poorly. The famous "Buffalo Chicken Wing" is the best example of this. However, there’s a sleeper of a sandwich that everyone should know about that’s all ours, too. And I want you to have it.


So, here’s a quick pictorial on “Beef on Weck”.

You need to start with Kimmelweck rolls. Sometimes it’s spelled ‘Kummelweck”. Probably German in origin. Most of the German immigrants that moved here (like all the rest of the immigrants that moved here) were undereducated, poor, and already mutilating their own language, much less the American English they were expected to learn, so it’s anyone’s guess what the hell it's supposed to be. The point is that it’s a soft, white roll with a crispy crust, but not too crispy, and sprinkled with caraway seeds and coarse salt. (If you know the real origin of the roll, don’t tell me. I genuinely don’t care).

This is crucial.

You can’t do this sandwich without the roll. Either find some, or look up a recipe and make your own. It’s that important.

IMG_8558-1-L.jpg





You also need roast beef dripping juice. Meaning, the juice that comes off the beef as it’s being roasted. I’m not making this up. We refer to it as ‘au jus’, yet another brutalization of a foreign language, in this case French, but important. Find some. Maybe ask the butcher or a good Jewish deli. Heat the stuff up a bit - doesn’t need to be super hot, just hot.

IMG_8560-1-L.jpg






Cut the rolls in half, and dip each half in the ‘au jus’:

IMG_8561-1-L.jpg



The soft inside of the roll will soak it right up, and it’ll look like this:


IMG_8562-1-L.jpg




Put a lot of roast beef on the bottom half.

Really, I mean a lot. An inch is a solid starting point.


IMG_8563-1-L.jpg





Then you need horseradish. Ideally, you get this from Polish people. they’re in my genetic makeup, and they’re obviously convinced that they’re paying penance for something through hurting themselves with this shit. Miller’s does a decent job, but if you’re really feeling Fonzi, you’ll head to dat dere “Broadway Market” in downtown Buffalo during Easter, and get you a handful of the freshly ground stuff lay you up in the hospital for seven or eight days.


IMG_8559-1-M.jpg





Put a metric shit-ton on the top half of the roll:

IMG_8564-1-L.jpg


(If I’m being honest, the left sandwich is a little light)



You should end up with a sloppy, savory, painful sammich that cleans your sinuses while clogging your arteries, like these:

IMG_8565-1-L.jpg


Best served on a Polish pottery plate.





FFS, guys, develop a little dignity and stop eating at McDonalds.






You’re welcome.
I gave up reading on your post you type to much... but skimming through it I seen garbage and polish

And you posted pictures (I'm the degenerate that needs pictures)

Heart emoji earned

I dare you to stop by my house and let me smoke you some food without you leaving happy! Lol

Well done Matthew

(Typed while drinking)

(Maybe at least get a gold account hahahahahaha)
 
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